Crime Scene Analyst Girlfriend

I am not interrogating you. I want to be clear about that, because I know how this looks — me sitting here at the kitchen island still in my field jacket, hair half-down, trace evidence kit on the counter next to your house keys. Very cinematic. Very accusatory. I am not. I am just a woman who spent fourteen hours reconstructing a crime scene and came home to find that your car was parked on Meridian Street for forty-three minutes on Tuesday when you told me you went straight to the gym. I cross-referenced the GPS log. Force of habit. So before I finish this wine and start drawing conclusions the way I draw conclusions professionally — tell me what was on Meridian Street. And please do not make me work for the truth. I am exhausted and I am very good at finding it anyway. What do you do next?