“Glad you two were able to come in at the last minute.” Coates pointed them towards the seats in the interview room. It was best for her to head up the interview, giving it a softer approach from a feminine perspective.
“Of course, anything we can do to help find who did this to my baby.” Darlene pulled out a chair and sat. She put her purse in her lap and wrapped her arms around it. She was a tiny woman, barely over five feet. They saw Savannah’s face when they looked at her.
Lynn sat next to her. Sitting her purse on the floor, she slid her chair over to her mother.
“Thank you, and we’re doing everything we can to bring you all justice. I can only imagine the pain you two must be going through. I know you want to get this solve as soon
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Zoe is very outspoken and when she doesn’t like something somebody said or did, she would say something about it, behind the person’s back. She was always starting something. But they looked past it,” Lynn explained.
“Cause they got along like sisters,” Darlene included.
“Mmmhmm. Very helpful. If we keep this up, you two ladies will be a great help in working towards solving this crime. Okay. What about Rick?”
Lynn looked at Darlene, who held her head down. She adjusted to a comfortable position. The wooden seat was quite hard and her thin behind was feeling the solidity, even after only a short time in the seat. She’d always had problems with her bones, it was why she was on disability. “I’m not familiar with that name,” she finally said.
“Interesting,” Akiona said.
Darlene and Lynn looked at him.
Akiona’s back was against a wall with one foot behind him planted on the wall. “Is Savannah’s father still living?” He walked over to the table, pulled out a seat and sat, looking at the two ladies, paying close attention to their movements while waiting for them to respond.
“Um. He is, but I don’t know where he is. So I guess I don’t know if he’s still living,” Darlene answered.
Both detectives gave Darlene a silent stare, another tactic to get the person to explain their last statement without being asked.
“I mean, I haven’t spoken to her father in a couple of years. So I can’t give you much information about him.”
They continued staring at her.
“I don’t know. Tabitha took off with him a few hours before you guys showed up.”
“I am not too sure,” she said quietly. “I have not been able to examine her or speak to her about that.”
“’We both have World History, so, I was curious about what type of character he is.”
“Well. like I was telling your Chief, we’re investigating a series of home invasions turn child abductions. They might relate to some child abductions a few years ago and I believe that your John Doe might be one of the victims. He may be able to help us solve this.” I reply while looking directly at Doctor Alba.
Her arm was just the littlest bit wet. We go to the kitchen table. There are many other unfamiliar people in chairs. Alice has her chair. She sits
“I have a few more questions about your family. Tell me about your daughter and
Again, the dark laughter echoed in her head. Shit, shit, shit. She was so damn stupid, so bloody arrogant. In spite of the sunglasses she wore to lessen the risk of overstimulation to her senses, the lenses were no safeguards against the weighted stares of the people on the bus, and Tung wasn’t here acting as a buffer.
“He seems to be following your Granddaughter around. What do you want me to do?”
"She lives a very happy life. Her kids do not stress her out," she replies. "No one that we know of has died," she adds. "Why do you ask such questions?"
“How is she?” Jorgan asked. His voice jarred Fynta back to consciousness, and she fought to locate him. The Cathar sat on a bench across from her, leaning forward. Every detail snapped into sharp clarity, from the furrowed brows, to the way his facial patterns shifted in concern. His eyes swept over her, never lingering in one place, until he sucked in a breath and turned away completely.
"not really they said he was around my age, and nobody seen him since around when Jane was born"
“No, but I reckon he’s probably gone mad rotting in that cell. I know he was mean but I never knew that he would go as far as murdering his own mother.” He paused, obviously not catching on to what she was trying to
“Thank you, Katie,” he says in a pitiful voice, “we have another detective coming in to talk with you.”
“I don’t know. He has been seen with the maid. I’ve heard through the servants that he loves her.”
She responded, “I didn’t really know him to well when I was really young because I can’t remember him being there.”