School Case № 41

Entry

Morning rays made their way through barely opening the blinds, illuminating the gloomy office of the investigator. A girl was sitting on a chair, clasping her legs. An old, rumpled jacket covered her shoulders, hiding scarlet spots underneath. The girl was trembling. Dry lines of tears remained on his face. She looked tensely at the doors, waiting for the arrival of the investigator. The office was so quiet that the young miss could hear her heartbeat.

The doors creaked open and a policeman entered the room. Going to the table, he tossed the file folder. "Empty" eyes lifted to the man. Now she will be blamed for everything. But is she guilty?

- So, Miss Castilo-Flores, if you don't mind, I'll begin the interrogation. First question: Where were you the night before the murder?

- I told you I was in the room with Miss Turner then.

- But the testimony of others does not agree with this.

- You do not believe me?

- You are the first and foremost suspect,- he paused, - What kind of relationship were you with Ms. Dubois?

There was an awkward pause. A portrait of the strict headmistress emerged in the girl's head. She still felt some kind of fear of her, but this had not happened before. After her death, something began to frighten the young lady. Clenching her hand into a fist and taking a deep breath, she replied:

- In the heavy. She hated me and it was mutual. In her lessons, she kept throwing me down. It was her subject that fell in my assessment. I think that if it were not for her patience, then I would have kicked out of school on the first day. - at some point Elena felt that a lump came up to her throat, and there was simply not enough air.

- Maybe water?

- I will not refuse, - the brown-haired woman croaked.

- As far as I know, something like this happened in this institution, - the investigator began, handing the girl a glass of water, - Often because of the new ones. You know, there is only one law. There are those who kill and those who are killed. This every year. Often, this is suicide, but it did not leave stains on the school. With the arrival of Miss Dubois on the director's chair, her condition improved. Everyone was at her place, - said the man, pointing to his fist, - Let's continue, so, as far as I know, your uncle works in the same place where you study. They say that he had some kind of affair with mistress ... Shuriki it seems ...

- Here I deny. I did not notice such a thing. It's just that he often covers her. She just snaps her fingers, and he is right there. Although with her condition, she held out, she is obsessed with him.

From the memory of all this, Elena began to freeze and even fever. Remembering the last day, she only pounded harder. For the girl, this interrogation lasted an eternity. This darkness pressed on her worse than any Shuriki. A kind of gasp took Elena into her arms. Adjusting the collar, the brown-haired woman began to gulp air greedily. She hoped that everything would be over now and turn out to be a bad dream. Now she will wake up in her room, there will be no that damn investigator, interrogation, murder. She will calmly pack up and go to study. But the nightmare turned into reality. I wanted to disappear or get out of life. They don't believe her anyway.

Glance slid to the interlocutor. According to his expression, you can read that he is tired of this "sweet" conversation. But it was his job: to ask questions and convince the person that he was guilty. Sooner or later she will give up.

Monotonous questions followed one after another. There was a feeling that he had made a conclusion a long time ago, he was just waiting for Elena to confirm everything.

- What was your relationship with the daughter of the deceased? - finally breaking the silence, asked the investigator.

- Neutral. I didn't communicate with her for no particular reason. She is the same as the mother. Only softer and calmer. Miss Dubois simply pulled the strings that held Charlotte. Uncle kept her under his wing, hiding Shurika's real state. Now he plans to take care of her fate, upbringing and improve her condition. She is paranoid. Early stage. Everything can be FIXED until it comes to this ... What Miss ...

- I understood you. And the last thing I want to know: is Mrs. Shuriki involved in the murder of your parents?

After this question, Elena fell into a stupor. She didn't blame Mme Dubois. It became difficult to breathe, and a frantic drumming sound sounded in my ears. At some point, she heard nothing but tinnitus. Everything inside has turned upside down. She shook her head to stop the auditory interference.

- Everything is fine?

Elena didn't hear that. Long-forgotten days floated before my eyes. She remembered how hard it had been for the Abuelos to report the loss. What were the lifeless faces of deceased parents. How everyone mourned the loss. She especially remembered the dark-haired woman who worked with the late Raoul. She looked similarly heartbroken.

- She did not do it ... - barely audible, said the brown-haired woman.

- What do you say?

- She didn't do it, she didn't. This woman was seriously ill. I know that for sure. I saw how helpless she can be. It was not her fate. You have no right to blame this unfortunate woman!

- You know, it comes out funny. Earlier, you accused her of hating you. You are now defending Dubois. Don't you find something funny?

-No ... She was dying in my arms! On the same day I saw her real state, if earlier I wished her death, then after what I saw, I regretted my thoughts.

- I believe you, but if not you, then who? M? It's worth understanding this story. Preferably from the very beginning.