"Mrs Logan. Please tell me, why did you murder your stepmother Lydia?" Eric stared at me.
'Eva, calm down.' I comforted myself. It's best not to say anything at this point.
I took a deep breath and sat up straight. The policeman saw my flustered expression. I mustn't let him catch me at a disadvantage.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not answering any of your questions until my lawyer arrives."
"I think I've made myself clear, Mrs Logan," Eric's face grew serious, "You are accused of murdering your stepmother, and now I need you to cooperate with the police. You must answer my every question."
"No. I need to call my lawyer." I calmed down. "It's my right."
"You probably don't know how serious this is for you," Eric said in a threatening tone, "This paper includes a video of Lydia's final moments as proof that you killed your stepmother. You actually shoved Lydia down the stairs, it turns out. You shoved her down the steps, and soon after, she passed away."
He paused, put his head forward and raised his voice, "You know very well what you've done, and you know very well that you don't stand a chance of winning. If you cooperate with the police now, I promise that your cellmates won't harass you after you go to jail. Do you understand?"
"I need to contact my lawyer. I won't answer any of your questions until my lawyer arrives," I insisted.
I knew very well that an experienced policeman was sitting opposite me. It was a game. But as long as I keep the pace of the conversation, he can't win.
"I think you need some time to think about it," Eric said, picking up the papers on his desk and walking out of the interrogation room.
The temperature of the entire room abruptly decreased after he left, and I became really cold. The only items in the space were a table and two seats. The police must have been playing a ruse when they assumed that turning down the air conditioning would make me surrender. This is ridiculous.
I was alone in the interrogation room for a long time. I knew they must be watching me from behind the security cameras, so I couldn't show any fear. I couldn't even rub my hands together to keep warm, even though I was really cold.
After a long time, the door opened. It was Eric's deputy, David, who came in and sat directly in front of me. I could smell the onions on him. The cops made fun of me like I was a rat. They chose to interrogate me on a full stomach. But that's okay, I must stay here for 12 hours. After 12 hours, even if they can't release me, they'll let me contact my lawyer.
"Have you had lunch, Mrs Logan?" The policeman picked his teeth with his pinky. "What do rich people like you usually have for lunch? Caviar or black truffles?"
"I'm just a normal person," I said coldly. "Unfortunately, the police station didn't provide me with lunch."
"In all my years as a cop, the bad guys I catch are poor, and because of that, a lot of people commit crimes. But I was surprised that a rich person like you could murder someone. Weren't you raised with an elite education?" David gave me a casual look, "Why on earth did you murder your stepmother?"
"I didn't murder anyone." I looked at the empty glass and said to him, "Even if you don't give me lunch, don't I have the right to drink water? My glass has no water."
"Oh!" David said exaggeratedly. "I'd be happy to help you."
A few minutes later, David put a cup of coffee in front of me. "This is for you," he said.
"Thank you." I took a sip. It was hot. But I held back the burning pain in my tongue and pretended it was nothing.
"I took this from another colleague." David put his legs on the table and squinted at me. "But don't worry, I promise my colleague is not infected."
I didn't answer. I calmly leaned back in my chair. He was playing games, and I wasn't going to fall for it.
My endurance now mainly came from Daley's training. We used to spend all night in the Dark Woods. I learned how to stay calm in different situations.
Between hunters and prey is actually a game of wisdom and power.
"Look at this." David changed tack and opened the file for me, "This is your stepmother before she fell. She was lying on the ground, unable to move. Look at another picture of a frightened woman standing at the top of the stairs. Tell me, who is she?"
I remained silent.
"This is an image from the surveillance video," David said as he took out his phone. "We have the full video here."
He purposely turned up the video on his cell phone and turned it up to the loudest. I heard Lydia arguing with me before she died, and even the sound of her falling from a building was loud.
I can't help but think about her curse and the agony of her descent. It was as clear as a movie.
That day seemed to reappear in time. At Gina and Ron's wedding, I brandished a revolver at Mikeal and ordered him to accompany me in order to make him pay my debt. Then Lydia showed up. She halted me.
I consequently unintentionally shoved her down the stairs in the midst of our fight. She had a severe fall and went into a coma.
She died as a result of me even though I didn't mean to murder her.
"Why did you kill her?" David's voice was low. "Maybe she wasn't the one you wanted to kill. You didn't expect that you would kill her just by pushing her, did you? You didn't push her down the stairs on purpose, did you?"
My eyes were glued to the video of Lydia on the floor. No, I didn't mean to push her down the stairs.
"No. I won't answer any of your questions." I almost walked into his trap.
David's face darkened at once. He threw the document hard in front of me, almost hitting me in the face.
"You killed someone but didn't dare to admit it," David said angrily, pointing at my face. "I'm telling you, you can't argue with this document in court."
"If you have enough evidence, arrest me." I deliberately put my hands in front of him. "Arrest me."
"You are a wicked woman."
"David." The door opened and Eric came in to stop him.
"You go out."
David glared at me and left angrily. Eric came up to me, his tone full of displeasure and resignation.
"Mrs Logan. Your lawyer's here."
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