"So, back to our first question what's your
version of what happened?" the officer asked getting impatient.
I rolled my
eyes and finally took in the room. There was a cluster of papers on the tiny
desk behind him. I looked up at the walls that were the background to the desk.
Cracked and peeled. I smiled and shifted my gaze to the desk which sat in
between me and the officer. There was a family picture which I studied closely.
Apparently he had a wife, one baby girl and two little boys. On the desk was a
stack of files, a desktop, the keyboard, my file (which lay open), and a lamp.
"Cute kids," I said glancing at the picture
again. The officer stiffened. I chuckled and looked him right in the eye.
"Do I make you nervous?" I asked evilly. The officer swallowed loudly
and shook his head. "Dang."
"Miss Gates, can I please here your version of
the past events?" he asked and ran a hand through his hair.
"There is no my version. Simon died. Plain and
simple, anyone who doesn't see that is stupid," I replied.
"I mean, did you see anything?" the officer
asked taking off his glasses and cleaning them.
"The last time I saw Simon was seeing him walk away
from me. After that, I went back into the house to go get another soda," I
replied getting irritated.
"That was the last time you saw him?"
"For the second time, yes, unless you count when
I was walking on the border of the forest and saw him through the trees, laying
there, dead," I said standing.
"Where are you going Ms.
Gates, we're not finished here. Is there anyone who can vouch for that?" the
police asked.
"Yeah, his name is William Packs. He's a senior at
my school. He was the first person to get to me after I found the body. I think
he was watching me. You should question him," I said nodding.
"Send him in. Can you still wait in the waiting room
until he's done. I want to have you both in here together," the officer said.
I sighed and swung open the door.
"Will, you're up," I said to the last remaining
guy. Will stood up and walked over to me. His dark brown hair covering most of his
beautiful blue eyes.
"How are you doing?" he asked in his alto like
voice. Deep, mysterious, but beautiful.
"Been better. He's waiting for you," I said
nodding in the general direction of the door.
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