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𝑬𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒂'𝒔 𝑷𝑶𝑽 

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𝑬𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒂'𝒔 𝑷𝑶𝑽 

I'm taken straight into an interrogation room where two officers begin to question me.

"Why was there blood leading to your hotel room?" the officer asks.

"I do not know. For Christ sake I'm an FBI agent!" I yell back.

"I need you to calm down, Miss Gilbert. Who's blood was it?"

"How on earth would I know? I was asleep!"

"I'm going to need you to explain the events of last night to me, please," he says. I laugh slightly at this, not exactly wanting to go into detail.

"We made some friends at a beach bar. We were there until roughly midnight when Derek pulled us back to the hotel room," I explain.

"The man in the hotel room next to yours?" the officer asks. I look at them blankly. "Did you come back alone?" I roll my eyes and lean over the table to them.

"By the time I went back to my hotel room? yes," I mutter.

"You said Derek pulled you back to the hotel room. Not rooms plural."

"Okay? I mis-spoke," I snap with a frown.

"You went to Derek's hotel room with him last night, did you not?" he asks, and I let out a harsh sigh.

"Yes. But I did not do this!"

"So when did you go back to your room?"

"I don't know, I didn't check the time," I mutter.

"But there wasn't blood then, was there? Did you bump in to anyone before you got to your room?"

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