Murder in GO-ville 3

Gzig closed his eyes, waiting for Cindy to fall to the ground, but she did not. The gun shot had come from somewhere else.
“I’m sorry” She said, running straight past him. “I haven’t time to hear what you have to say now; I think I have something bigger to deal with”. She darted around the side of the station and Gzig followed quickly after her. The two of them found the crime scene about five minutes later. The victim was wounded, but not dead. Шлюха had been stabbed several times in the lower chest and this time, there was no weapon left behind. Beside her stood Chris Hansen. He was examining the wound and jumped up to greet Officer Cindy.
“It’s a good thing you came” He claimed “She’s a little wounded but I think she’ll be ok. I’ve called for an ambulance and it should be here pretty soon.” He spoke with great confidence, considering the situation. It was almost as if he had planned everything he was saying.
“Can I go now?” He asked.
“I’m afraid not,” Cindy replied “I’m going to have to ask you to stay”
“Of course,” he said, bearing a false smile. He sat down nervously in one of the kitchen chairs, accidently knocking over a small ashtray on the table. A smoky cigar fell from the tray and rolled onto the floor.
“That’s strange” said Cindy. “Шлюха doesn’t smoke”. She bent down to observe the cigar, and sniffed the air. “Vanilla” she said. “A vanilla flavoured cigar. How odd.”