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She kept staring into distance completely ignoring the fact that a government official was sitting before her waiting patiently for an answer, infact any answer from her.

"I am going to ask you one last time, who did you kill?" he sighed after a whole minute making her look at him. The look on his face clearly suggested that he didn't believe her, not even an ounce but still she repeated the same sentence that she'd been repeating to all the officers who walked into the room and questioned her.

"I killed myself."

"That's it! Ronald, she is insane. It's better if you call a psychiatrist here rather than waste our precious time," Oliver, the officer before her nagged as he pushed his chair and walked out of the room to join his colleagues Ronald and Nathan.

"She's just a lunatic on the loose and her mental instability might have led her to kill a random girl and destroy the body so badly that there is no possible way to identify the victim," the officer theorized.

"would you mind if I interrogate her, Oliver?" Nathan kept the file down that he was going through and looked at Oliver.

"Are you nuts? You already witnessed ten officers interrogate this lass and the only thing she says is that she killed herself. She doesn't say anything else other than that! We need a doctor here Nathan, not a cop," Oliver exclaimed.

"I second that," Ronald sipped through his expresso cup as he went on clicking and typing over his computer.

"I would still like to talk to her myself," Nathan insisted looking at the shackled girl sitting behind the polarized glass. Oliver sighed irritated.

"If you want to talk to a loon, then be my guest," he mocked before gesturing Nathan towards the room. Ronald stopped whatever he was doing to look at Nathan. Pushing away from his desk, Nathan walked towards the room wearing a poker face. He might have let the matter slip away and let his colleagues do whatever they wanted with her if he hadn't spotted the hesitation on her face a couple of times before some of officers walked out on her. He felt as if she wanted to tell something but didn't for some reason. He inhaled deeply relaxing his nerves before opening the door.

He observed that the girl didn't even care to look at him. She must have been fed up with the repeated procedure.

"hi! I'm officer Nathan Sylvester," he introduced himself catching her attention for a second before she turned away to stare at the wall that seemed more interesting to her than him at the moment.

He had to make her talk, gain her trust so that she could spill out whatever she had buried inside her chest. Clearing his throat he continued, "you must be really hungry and thirsty by sitting here all morning. Ronald, get us something to eat please!" he shouted looking at his reflection on the polarized glass.

"so, what is your name?" he started casually as if the girl before him was just another regular girl that he met in a café. She looked taken back seeing a friendly smile on his face. None of the officers she encountered before had talked to her in such tone nor had they cared to ask her name for she had answered that to the very first cop who asked her for her name, so no one else cared to repeat that question.

"Andrea," she replied after a short while.

"Andrea," he repeated as if tasting her name on his tongue.

"how old are you,  Andrea?" he asked bending over the table as he placed his elbows above it.

"twenty four," she replied in a small voice.