V. Interrogation

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Cw: swear words, cursing, police, interrogation, dirty cop, death, death threat, physical violence, Yelling

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Cw: swear words, cursing, police, interrogation, dirty cop, death, death threat, physical violence, Yelling

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Note book
Diary

                                           October 20th 2016
             Diary entry #7
Police station was closed yesterday for some reason so I decided to stay another day. Got myself a Motel room for 20 bucks in the next town aka Unitown.
What a name... Didn't get much sleep but it's enough. Got breakfast and some black Coffee. Going to the station at 1pm.

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Going into the station you had a bad gut feeling. Just a bit anxiety. The not so nice secretary told you to wait in the waiting area which you gladly did as long as you could get her out of your face. The waiting area wasn't anything special. There were three other people sitting. A crying lady with a little kid and an old man that looked like he got beat up very bad. The vibes were really unpleasant and you really wanted to just jump out of the window but you were here on a task. Find out what really happened. You were convinced something fishy was going on and that you had to be careful. Were you able to be more careful than normally? Probably not. Your medication and coffee didn't mix well with the lack of sleep and you already had a migraine.

"(Insert your last name)?" A police officer walked into the waiting room
"Yes. That's me."
"Please follow me into room 5."

You did. Officer Clemens was his name and he looked pretty average judging from his height and build. A bit too normal you thought. There was a bittersweet smell which was probably his after shave but you also catched a small whiff of bleach. You didn't think about it since you were busy looking at his cool ahh moustache.
Walking in behind him you closed the door.

"So. Whatcha wanna talk bout kid?"
"On the October 17th there was a fire. And someone supposedly died there-"
"There was a fire, the person living there died. Yes"
"But there wasn't enough tissue for a dna test I heard"
"No there wasn't but the person was at home at that time"
"... actually no. The person was at the movie theatre shortly before the fire began and no one saw him leave from there.-"
"STOP. You're coming with me!"
"Wha-"

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