Secrets of the Solomons

9. Detective William:

*29th June,2023 6.30 pm*

I sat down at my table with my sixth cup of coffee of the day. I think 6th cup; I'm not sure. At some point, I lost count. All my files were in a mess, and I feel so fucking tired. I have been working non-stop since yesterday. We took one whole day to interview all the family members. At least the ones that are in the country.

It was traumatizing for both me and my assistant, Landon. The whole family had their lips tight about their inner affairs. All the information they gave is nothing new. They had their lips sealed tightly. It was understandable since they were probably raised that way. To keep their mouths shut and sealed tightly.

The most traumatizing part was the way they looked at us. As if we were being pitied by some superior being. They probably thought highly of themselves. And most of the time we had to look up the words they used because we couldn't understand them, and they were using advanced grammar.

I probably had to go and scream out to the world that I hated this family from the rooftop at least four times. We were both so tired, and we found absolutely nothing.

The only thing we haven't done yet is interview her friends and teachers. At this point, I am desperate for anything. Whether it will prove her innocence or not, I don't care. I need something. And I won't stop till I get something. But for now, I have no choice but to go interview the girl with no information.

I get up and tell my assistant to go take the girl to the interrogation room and wait for me there, and that I will come right after finishing my coffee. He nodded and silently walked away while I stayed there, seated, drinking my coffee, and twirling my chair while closing my eyes for some time.

I then immediately took the girl's file with me and headed towards the interrogation room. After entering, I saw Fiona Solomon sitting. And beside her sat a young man in a nice, expensive suit. It seems he is her lawyer. Sitting opposite her was my assistant.

When I sat down and saw her closer,

She seemed unfazed by the fact that she was being interrogated for murder. She almost looked as if she didn't even care that her father was in the ICU fighting for his precious life. She sat there, looking like she didn't even care about anything and as if what she did wasn't wrong. Normally, no criminal ever looked me in the eye as if they were ashamed. But this girl looked me straight in the eye and was patiently waiting for the interrogation to start. No shame, no guilt, or anything else could be seen in her eyes. She seemed unconcerned and unfeeling about the situation she was in. It was almost as if she were the "Damsel in Distress".

It irritated me and scared me. I felt nervous and anxious. It was as if I had just come face-to-face with my worst nightmare. Her eyes were a different color than the other Solomons. She had dark blue, almost gem-like eyes. It made me feel more anxious as if I was in the wrong here and I was the one who tried to murder someone. The fact that someone could make me feel so nervous, anxious, and scared with just one look made my throat itch. It made me feel mad.

"Hello, Ms.Fiona," I say, breaking the silence.

"Hello Detective,", she replies. Her voice seems cold.

"Do you know what you're here for?"

"Attempted Murder."

"Did you do it? I ask her with interest in my voice, earning me looks of confusion from my assistant and her lawyer.

"Of course. You have an eyewitness. It's quite an absurd question, Detective."
I raise my eyebrows and then ask her, "Why did you do it then?"

"That's the fun part. He was being annoying, and he wouldn't shut up,", she said, looking me dead in the eye.