“Who was he?”
“I don’t know.”
“You have to cooperate with us.”
“I told you, I don’t know.”
“Ma’am you were there the night-“
“I said I don’t know.”
The man sighed and turned to look at the small window barely visible in the front of the room. He mouthed something to the man in the window and looked back at the girl slouching in the chair.
“I guess that’ll be all ma’am. Have a nice day.”
Lights flickered on in the room and she blinked a few times before she could finally see here surroundings. She was enclosed by four corners of a white while, everything in uniform until it came to the furniture. The furniture juxtaposed the walls with its beige color and the tile resumed the pattern. She turned to face her interrogator and the old man smiled. Wrinkles ran deep on his forehead and his speckled beard was cleanly shaved. His thick gray eyebrows made him look like he was straight out of detective novel.
The girl stood up and began to walk towards the only door in the room blending in with the walls. Inside this room, she knew nothing.
Outside the building, it was a different story.
When she reached the outside of the building, a car was already waiting for her. She wasted no time getting into the vehicle and slamming the door shut.
“What did the old man want?” She couldn’t make out the face of the driver, but his voice was familiar. Blue eyes gleamed every now and then from the shine of the headlights of oncoming cars and she concluded it was indeed Joe.
“Same old. They wanted the dirt on Uri but I didn’t budge. Just like you told me,” she said with a smile. The car quickly pulled up to an empty parking lot of an old warehouse and Joe stopped the car.
“It’s obvious that they are on to us now. We must get rid of the evidence.”
The girl nodded and threw her hoodie over her head. She turned to the backseat and reached into the darkness to pull something forward. A pained groan was heard and the girl shushed the man.
“This will be quick, I promise.”