911 Call Operator

5*Interrogation

"Hello Agent Scott."
I smiled at Andrew as I spoke.
"Hello Miss Smith."
He smiled as he spoke too.
"Well... Ah so you're up at the office most of the time right?" He said but more of a question.
"Oh um yeah. Really just answering calls." I spoke with a awkward smile.
"Everything alright Miss Smith? Ah you know the calls can b-"
"Yeah I'm fine." This time with a proper smile. I hear that a lot.

I'm fine.

I'm okay. I promise.

"Ok well... I'm showing you the interrogation room and methods today."
"Can I ask you a question?" He spoke as he opened the brown wood door.
"You just did." I replied as I walked in the room.
"Oh...well..."
"Yes. Go ahead." I spoke whilst looking down at my clipboard to see if I had the right files.
"Alright." He chuckled.
"Well, how come you want to... You know... Know about the interrogations? And didn't you want to help out with the interrogations?" He asked two.
I looked at him with a grin waiting for him to pick up he asked two.
"Oh... That was two." He again chuckled.
"Well... I feel like I want to see their faces. I feel like I have proof on what really happened."
"Oh. The phone calls."
"Yeah."

"Alright well, this here." He pointed to the one way mirror.
"Is where you can see the interrogations. You know the hole one way mirror thing yeah?"
"Yeah of course."

He started to explain the way it works.
I wrote down some of the things he said. Just in case.

The room was dark. The only light coming from a computer in the conner of the room. Well the light from the one way mirror coming from the other room too. Two chairs sat in the middle of the room. Another chair slightly tucked under a white desk with the computer on it, in the corner of the room. The desk was easy to spot being bright.

The interrogation room was plain.
It had a medium sized black table in the middle of the room. Two chairs sat at opposite ends of the table. Another chair sat in the corner of the room.
The lights in the room looked alright and modern.

"Well Miss Smith. We are having an interrogation in a minute. This is real though. Nothing big ... Well still.. But just. Questioning people."  He put his hands in his pockets as he spoke.
"Alright. Sounds... Yeah." I replied not really knowing what to say.

A man in a suit walked in the interrogation room. I've seen him around.
Behind him, another man walked in. He wore black shoes, blues jeans and a gaming shirt.
The man in the suit gestured him to take a seat.

"Alright.. Mr... James."
"Yep. That's me." He nodded as he spoke.
"Did you know about the.... Drug deal that was happening at the library?"
"No... When was this?"

"I think he's not guilty.." I whispered to Andrew. I felt his eyes on me then back to the interrogation.

"Last... Saturday."
"Where were you?"
"In the library. Working."

After a few more questions he was done.

A few more minutes later the same suited man walked in but with a different person. He looked a bit thug. He wore a red jump suit with a gold chain hanging from his neck.

"My bets are on that guy. Him being the drug dealer." I spoke again.

"Did you... Know a .. Jack Jones?"

"His he .... The one who is dead?" I asked Andrew.
"Yeah."

"...yeah! What about him."
He looked a bit agitated.

"I think it's him." I again spoke.
"Why?" Andrew turned to face me.
"He seems.. agitated. Especially after the name." I replied.

"When was the last time you saw Mr Jones?"
"I don't know! Saturday..." He threw his arms in the air in defence.

"Did you kill Jack Jones?"

They stated at each other for a while.
Until he gave up.

"He didn't pay me back..."

"Mr Miller you are under arrest for killing Jack Jones."

" I tolled you." I turned to look at Andrew.
"Well.. You're good at this."