Rizzles Story

Chapter 22

At Theresa's Apartment

Jane: Okay, Theresa, those notebooks are in here somewhere.

Someone walks up.

Jane: Freeze. Police. Again. Put the bag down.

Cindy: I was gonna give them to you. I just wanted to read them first.

Jane: Now.

She walks up and handcuffs her.

Cindy: Really? You don't have to do that.

Jane: You don't have to break and enter.

Cindy: I didn't. Seriously, I told the super that I was Theresa's sister the adopted sister.

Jane: Where were they?

Cindy: Sweater drawer.

Jane: I already checked.

Cindy: There's a false bottom. Pretty intricate one. She must've had it specially made. And don't feel bad. You would've found it eventually.

Jane: Gee, thanks. Now tell me why I shouldn't arrest you for murder.

Cindy: Because that's crazy. Theresa was, like, my idol.

Jane: Maybe you were angry because she didn't pay enough attention as you wanted. Maybe you wanted to steal her story. That's what you're doing now.

Cindy: Whatever Theresa was researching, she died for it. If the story dies with her I can't let that happen. And I have an alibi. A lot of people saw me at the Herald this morning. It's, uh, in shorthand, some kind of code.
Theresa was really paranoid. Yeah, is it paranoia if you're right? I mean, clearly, someone was out to get--

Jane: Shh, shh, shh.

Cindy: What?

She opens up the door to the roof. She walks out and looks around. She sees nothing. She hears a noise and looks up.

Jane: Police! Stop! Stop!

He starts running.

Jane: Damn it!

She sees him climb the ladder. She follows him. When she gets up there, she looks around and he's gone.

Jane: Damn it.