When, where, how?

The bottom..

The police knock on Emma's door harshly,"Ms. Franklin, it's the police, we have a search warrant and we'd like to have a few words with you.." Emma sat in her kitchen chair staring coldly at her door. Rings sheltered her eyes, and her lips where dry and her cheeks where pale. She inhaled,"It's open" the police entered and walked in. On the table beside her was the scissors, the knife, and the hand saw she used to separate Debbie's body parts. One police officer grabbed her and pushed her to the floor slapping handcuffs on her. -"So, did they ever find Debbie's body?" Emma smirked and sat back,"It was a true story sir, and a current one at that, they haven't found her body, because she is at the bottom of a cliff that they can't reach.." The man furrowed his brows at Emma,"Can't reach? What cliff would that be?" He questioned her as he heard the knob turning,"The grand one.." The door opened,"Officer Murray? We need you on the other case it will just take a sec.." The man looked into her eyes,"Your dead kid, and we will find her.." Emma laughed as he took a gulp rather than drink of his coffee,"No sir, you see, they still hadn't searched me and when you where so concentrated on my story, you didn't notice how I slipped a little something into your coffee, how's your heart officer Murray? You see, a certain amount of mixed drugs can do crazy things.." The man gripped his chest noticing a change in his heart rate and his breathing was getting bad. "Maybe you should've written it down, or maybe recorded it?" The mans head fell onto the table and the woman rushed in checking him, but it was to late, it was over, for her, for Debbie, and for Officer Murray.

The End