Who kill my Bestfriend?

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 23

Oʀʟᴀɴᴅᴏ, FL 📍
Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 12ᴛʜ

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Police Station 📍

The room is dimly lit and cold. A metal table sits in the middle, with Deven, sitting on one side, arms crossed. His face is calm, but the tension in his posture is clear.

Across from him, Detective Martin, and Detective Harris, lean in slightly, trying to gauge his answers.

Standing by the wall, Detective White, leans with her arms folded, watching over the scene. Harris steals glances at her, her disapproval barely concealed.

"Deven, when was the last time you spoke with Imani?" Detective Martin said softly but firmly.

Deven shifts uncomfortably in his seat, taking a deep breath.

"Yesterday. I talked to Imani when I called her to come over I had something to tell her about school during the afternoon that day. She seemed... normal, you know? Like nothing was wrong." Deven explained.

Detective Harris raised an eyebrow. "Just talking about schoolwork? Nothing out of the ordinary?"

Deven looks at her, his gaze hardening slightly.

"Look, we're friends. Close friends. I would've noticed if something was off. She was... I don't know, Imani's always been strong."

Detective Harris feels skeptical. "Strong, huh? Strong enough to go missing without telling you anything?"

Deven's jaw clenches, and he looks down at his hands, frustration simmering.

"I don't know where she would be, okay? I wouldn't be sitting here if I did."

Detective White steps forward, cutting through the tension.

Detective White joined in, "Let's keep this on track. Deven's been cooperative. No need to pressure him like that."

Detective Harris turns sharply, "We don't need you to tell us how to run an interrogation. I don't even know why you're here. This isn't about drugs or anything in your department."

White remains calm, though her expression cools, her gaze meeting Harris's directly.

Detective White continues, "Deven's father requested me, and I'm here to make sure things don't go off the rails."

"Like they ever do around here..." Detective Harris muttered under her breath.

Detective Martin shifts in his seat, sensing the tension between them. He redirects his focus back to Deven.

Detective Martin speaks up, "Deven, what school work you and Imani talk about, did she mention anyone? Anyone that might've worried her?"

Devon shakes his head, sighing deeply.

"We talked about this essay I was struggling with and she explained it to me to help me through it. But I swear, that was it and
I thought she was in danger, I would've done something. I didn't know, alright?"

Martin nods, scribbling something in his notebook, while Harris narrows her eyes, still not convinced.

Detective Harris looks skeptical again, "And after Imani left, you haven't seen or heard anything since? No weird texts, calls, nothing?"

Deven looks up, meeting her gaze directly.

"No. I've been trying to reach her since yesterday, but it's like she disappeared."

The silence in the room feels heavy for a moment. Detective White steps closer to the table, her voice measured but firm.

Detective White speaks, "Deven's given you his answers. Let's focus on finding Imani instead of pressuring him."