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51 - From the Dead

VALENTINA'S POV

The room was plain, just like the last one, but in the middle, there was a large metal table.
On one side, there was a singular chair and the other two of them.

Nala takes the side with two chairs, so I sit across from her.

We both bathe in the silence of the room. She looks at me, eyeing every aspect of me, whilst my eyes scan the room and I see the supposed blacked-out window behind her, but this couldn't trick me.
The naked human eye would only see black, but the cover was thin and I could easily see past it, showing a petite, pale woman and a tall broad man, both of them looking at me curiously, until the man nods, and the woman exits the small room and after a few seconds she enters the interrogating room.

And sitting next to the commander, I look at her and take in her closer appearance. Her body language was practically speaking to me. Her body was tense and on guard, but her face showcased that she was calm and judging by the folder in her hand and the bags under her eyes, she had done her research on me.

"As you can guess Valery, since the psychologist didn't work, we have no choice but to interrogate you." Nala speaks up "This is Detective Macey, and she will be presenting what has been uncovered. And anything you say can and will be used against you." With that, Nala hands it over to the detective.

Her hands are tightened on the folder as she opens it, to try and stop her hands from shaking.

"State your name."

"Valery Collins," I say briskly, and I raise my eyebrow as she looks at me, a sudden burst of confidence in her eyes. "That is your name, yes?"

I nod, but I don't make an effort to try and hide my smile.

I knew where this was going.

"You go to the Los Angeles School District and have a small job at a cafe and live in a one-bedroom apartment complex; correct?" she asks, her voice pitch changing, the agitation creeping up her spine, just as my smile gets wider. "Yes."

"20XX, August 15th," she states seriously and I smile callously, tilting my head. "Is when Valery Collins appeared in LA. She arrived in Los Angeles by bus. But there is no record of her living anywhere else before two years ago. "

"And just a few weeks ago, a new student now known as Francis Whitelock was revealed to have been tracking you and that you were hiding a key aspect of your appearance with contacts. Adding onto that fact, to your temporary psychologist you revealed that you 'were just like her' but on your documents, there is no history of you having even a degree in psychology.
So I will ask you."

She leans forward. "Who are you really 'Valery Collins'" She spat my fake identity like venom.

I nod my head and slide my eyes to the files in her hand which she covers quickly.
I knew that date she had said like it was the back of my hand, I even had it marked on my calendar.

The date I'd officially escaped from Francis and forged my identity. With what I can do with my cuffed hands, I clap them together in applause, but she holds her glare.
"For having me in custody for less than two days, I applaud for how quickly you work!" I say excitedly and I could see her pleading face for me to confess something, anything.

"And after two years, it was getting boring to hide everything."

I could see the surprise inscribed in her eyes as I said this, I hadn't even given a fight. I straighten my posture as a toothy grin slides across my face and slip one hand out of the handcuffs, outstretching it to the detective.