When, where, how?

What?

"My name is Emma.. I am twenty years old, and I am on death row for murder.." A man with a cigar and a tape recorder looks at the girl and blows out smoke. "Okay, and who did you murder?" He speaks with a jersey type accent and a harsh voice from the smoking probably. "My bestfriend, Debbie Renowire.." He coughs,"Why?" The girl taps the table with her finger tip,"She wanted me to.." The man licks his lip and nods writing on a slip of paper. The scratches are loud in the still silent room. The only sounds where the recorder scratching and the mans heavy breaths. The walls are gray and the room is cold,"So, she wanted you to kill her? Why?" Emma sat up and crossed her arms the best she could,"I've told this story a trillion times to the cops, can't you just leave it alone? I'm dead either way, so why does it matter?" He furrows his brows and scoots up in his chair staring into her eyes demandingly,"I just wanna know, you've told the other cops Emma, not me.." He speaks calmly,"So why? Why did you kill her?" She bit her jaw,"Look at the records, files, there's something that they have that would tell you everything.." The man turns off the recorder and sighs,"Look kid, I'll level with you, I'd be pretty p.o'd myself if I where you right now, but I just want to hear the real story.." He puts his pen to the side and shuts his note pad,"I won't even record or write anything, I'll just listen.." He interlocked his fingers. For a moment she stared at his pale hands, then she looked into his eyes,"You wanna know why she wanted me to kill her?" Emma whispered. He nodded. "We where bored, had nothing better to do, wanted to try something, anything- So you decided to kill her? -It's my story isn't it? I get to tell it and you get to listen.." He nods,"Your right, carry on.." She inhales and exhales deeply.