What did you see?

Introduction:

I really never thought of how I would act in this situation. As I observe the chills on my body my mind wonders off to how there aren't that many cold days in California which is why I've never really owned a jacket. But a jacket would have been nice right now. My thoughts are disrupted by the loud bang followed by small vibrations radiating up my arms from the desk. It takes me a split second to realize that it was the sound of the detective slamming his large folder in front of me and yelling words in an useless attempt to get me to finally speak. I chuckle on the inside as I quickly remembered my ability to be completely mute for an entire school year in 4th grade. The quiet games is one of my favorites and I'm only sure it will be my only way out of this situation. I quickly return my mind to reality because this is not 4th grade and this is not my game. A shiver trickles quickly down my spine as the realization sets in that I am not in control of this game, and this time my silence is the only thing keeping people alive.

He begins to show me photos of horrific crimes but I focus on this horrendous coffee stain on his shirt and tie to avoid looking at them. How could such a slob be interrogating someone like me? I'm usually very humble but I'm very aware of my strengths. I'm top of my class at USC studying law with a guaranteed spot at any law firm I choose. I'm brilliant, I'm petite but easy on the eyes, and most importantly I'm one hell of a good liar. I'm pretty sure that's why I make a great lawyer, I realized early on the field was more about convincing and connections than it was about law and ever since I mastered the secret curriculum, I've been excelling in every aspect.

But once again breaking my train of thought, the detective pushes the photos into my face with no where for my eyes to avoid them or thoughts to evade what just happened. I look at the photos I've been desperately avoiding and it's much worse than my mind could have imagined. My best poker face could not hide the heartbreaking numbers that ran through my body. As tears start to fill my eyes and I feel my poker face begin to expose my weaknesses. I notice the detectives face soften as he watches me fight so hard not to completely lose it. He grabs a tissue to hand to me as I'm fighting hard not to fall apart until I take a closer look at the  last photo.

My eyes dry almost instantly, my poker face returns me to my original composure, and a wave of annoyance overtakes the emotions I was fighting back just seconds ago . I'm suddenly reminded why I have to keep my mouth shut until I can get out of here and figure this out. I glance back at the detective with the coffee stain, struggling to compose his words and maintain eye contact. I'm reassured that he can't read me because he's used all the tools taught in his little detective classes in the last three hours, each of them failing miserably.  As I glance over and see that his partner is encouraging him to let it go, I begin to stand because we both know that there is not much more he has to pull out and legally he can't keep me here. As I stand he yells at the top of his lungs with so much emotion that I see his blue veins bulging from his neck 10 feet away , "WHAT DID YOU SEE?!". I stop in my tracks and begin to walk directly to him. I see he is hesitant, not afraid but more interested and hopeful that I may say something useful. I look directly into blood shot red eyes, knowing this is the first and only time he will ever hear my voice, I show my affectionate smile with a hint of sarcasm and calmly say, "Everything."