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𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐄𝟏: 𝐂𝐇𝟏𝟐

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MEMPHIS TN
MAY 25th
POLICE STATION/ INTERROGATION ROOM
17:17PM

OMNISCIENT

Zamora, Kentrell and Corey were in one car as Amari, Angel, Noelle and Sasha were in another car with a few others in another car behind them.

Somehow, Noelle and Angel put their differences aside and decided to focus on the individual who murdered Angel's best friend who still remains very much known according to her, but not identified by the Police Department.

As the police car rumbled to the station, the door swung open, and the cool air rushed in, sending a shiver down her spine. Zamora hesitated for a moment, glancing at Kentrell, who was standing nearby.

With trembling hands, she stepped out of the car, her legs feeling like jelly beneath her.

The detectives, stern and imposing, gestured for her to follow. As she walked toward the interrogation room, her mind raced with thoughts of what they would ask her, what they might think of her.

Each step felt heavier than the last, the fluorescent lights above flickering ominously as she approached the door. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but the knot in her stomach only tightened.

What if they didn't believe her? What if they thought she was guilty? The weight of the moment pressed down on her, and she could only hope that somehow, everything would turn out okay.

"Hello, my name is Detective Carter."

Across the table sat the detective, a tall, black, attractive and muscular figure, he had long dreads that were in twists that went past his shoulder, he had a moustache and a little beard at the bottom, whose presence was both commanding and intimidating. His intense gaze locked onto hers, piercing through her defenses and making her feel exposed.

She nodded her head, starting to get emotional again.

"So let's... just get straight to the point".

His deep voice resonated in the small room, each question cutting through her like a knife.

"Where were you on May 24th at 12:30PM, Miss Anderson?", he asked her looking into her soul.

"Uh, I was in my room", Zamora replied shaking her leg. "The whole time...", he quizzed, trying to be precise. "Yes the whole time I was in my room".

"What's your relationship with Kentrell", he asked tapping the pen on his lip, knowing he could possibly get connections.

"He's my friend", Zamora replied truthfully and non truthfully at the same time. "Is that so... because I was told that you two had a more of an intimate relationship."

Zamora didn't respond

"Talk me through it... everything that occurred that afternoon, start to finish.", he said leaning forward focussing on her face and expression.

She instantly remembered what Kentrell told her what to say about what she saw... practically nothing.

"I was in my room, then Noelle and Lena was at the door, they started bullying me again, so I had enough so I closed the door on them... then I didn't open the door until what happened ended and the ambulance was arrived. Then I heard Noelle screaming, saying that it wasn't her", Zamora was cut off.