Hands clasped around a cup of tea, the woman hunched in her seat."I tried, okay? I tried. Turn that alarm off, boy."
The young man left the room, flicking the switch and, with only a small amount of hesitation, returning.
"Why don't you tell me why you killed him?"
"Did you know, most murderers go after people they know? I knew him, oh yes, he wasn't just some anonymous creature. Not to me."
Why am I writing this? Why am I writing at all? Why can't I stop?
"So you knew him." The 'boy', who was actually a little over 30, sat at the table opposite her.
"What was the alarm for? Are you supposed to drag me off to the hangman now?"
"You're avoiding my questions."
She chuckled. "And you would kill me for that? No, don't answer that, I was joking."
"You're being difficult, ma'am."
What? Did I write that? What's going on?
"Oh, no, officer, I'm trying to cooperate with you, really I am." He could tell she was mocking him.
I...I can't...
"I have a name, you know. It's Joseph."
"Nari had a name too, do you think that stopped me from killing him?"
The phone rang. The girl rose, answered it almost mechanically. Then she returned to her computer, eyes on the screen, transfixed by what she was typing. It was going to be a long night.
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