The Island

Part 3 - 6

Six:

Andie sighed heavy leaning in front of the door. Sara sat upon the same desk in the library as the first time, only now she had Jeanette in front of her. Sara had a feeling this interview might reveal a lot, even if it's just Jeanette's emotions. Sara looked up at Jeanette and focused on her. "Now, I know I'm jumping into an extremely tough subject for you to think about, but from other people's accounts I know you were at party. Is that correct?" Sara began. "Yes." Jeanette nodded. "Okay, and you did see Adin's body, correct?" Jeanette paused for a moment. "Yes." She nodded quietly. She looked down the ground and focused on a coffee-colored rug on the floor. "And, if you will, describe the me what exactly what you saw." Sara asked. Jeanette already was having a tough time with not sobbing or crying aloud. She took a breath and nodded to herself. "Well, I remember first seeing his side." She began confidentially. "I remember seeing the blood on his right side. Blood was on his hand, the floor-" Jeanette choked on a sob and put her hands in her face. She began to sob. "It's okay." Sara said softly to Jeanette. "Take your time. Go one detail at a time." Jeanette wept for a few more moments. Andie or Sara did not make a sound. "I can't do this." She whispered to herself. "I can't do this." She repeated louder. "Yes you can." Sara encouraged. "You can give us the details of what you saw and you can be done. We basically know from what happened there-" "No you don't!" Jeanette yelled at Sara. "You have no freaking idea what the hell happened to him." The room fell silent for a few seconds. "Jeanette, we know this is hard." Andie began. "But if you can't tell us what you saw, we have no choice but to say it was you-" "Why on Earth would I do that to my own boyfriend?" She snapped at Andie. "That's what we want to know. Do you have a motive to killing-" "No. Absolutely not." Jeanette cut off Andie. She gave Andie a very hateful glare. "We're going nowhere with this, you two." Sara said to Jeanette and Andie. She turned her attention to Jeanette. "Back to Adin's corpse," Sara started. "There was blood on his right side, correct?" Jeanette took a breath. "Yes." She replied. "Okay..." Sara peeked at some notes. "Could you see where exactly his blood was coming from? Was it a stab or a bullet-hole-" "Now that you mention it, I think it was more of a clean slash - like a sword had sliced his side." Jeanette fell quiet again and tried not to sob. She crossed her arms and put her head on her knees. "Jeanette, stay with us." Sara said softly to her. "We can't waste anymore time." Jeanette nodded with her head on her knees. Sara allowed a pause. "Jeanette, look at me." Jeanette pulled her face from her knees and saw Sara. She waited for her to say something. "Was there any other places on his body that showed trauma or bleeding?" "Well, his hand was bloody, but I'm pretty sure that's just from his side. His face was pale. I remember that a lot. His eyes were closed and his mouth was sort of open. I got maybe a five second look at him before I ran back to the Billiards room, so other than those few body parts everything else seemed fine." Sara took messy notes on Jeanette's accounts, not looking up at her once. Sara finished and looked up at Jeanette. "Was the long streak of blood in the foyer present when Adin's corpse was there?" Sara asked. "No." Jeanette replied. "That's odd." Andie added behind Sara. "Think about it - that blood stain must have come from someone dragging his body away." "We'll get into those details privately, Andie." Sara cut off Andie, looking at him. Andie stopped talking and let Sara speak. "Um..." Sara turned in her chair once more to Jeanette and looked at her own notes. She sighed. "Look, Jeanette, I trust you. I can trust you with a lot of things. I've known you since we were old enough to remember, and we've been friends ever since then. You know probably lifetimes about me, and same to you. I know that Jeanette, the Homecoming Queen of our class would not commit murder. However, there are characters on this very island that I believe are capable of doing such a thing. And since you know most of these people better than I do, can you please step into my shoes and ask yourself: 'Do you know who killed Adin?'" The room fell very quiet. Both Andie and Sara awaited Jeanette's answer. She had her elbows on her knees and her hands at her chin. Her long nails folded over her knuckles almost perfectly. Her blonde hair began to slip from behind her ears and fall to her cheeks. She readjusted her hair and kept staring at the same place at the floor. It was a rug that rested right in front of the leather chair - it's brown coffee color gave her a confident and soothing feeling that she appreciated. After a pause she drew a breath from her nose and looked straight up into Sara's eyes. Sara held her pen at ready to Jeanette. "Yes." Jeanette said sternly to Sara. Jeanette suddenly stood up, still fixed on Sara's eyes. "Someone ruthless, someone cold, someone cunning." Jeanette began pacing around the room. "Jeanette, could you please sit-" "They had to have did it right before the party food was brought out." Jeanette continued, ignoring Sara. "Someone at that party killed him. God knows how, but rest in peace, Adin." Jeanette closed her eyes and pointed up. "The Lord is with you, and we will find out what hell bound soul took your life away." Jeanette opened the door to the kitchen she had walked through yesterday. She looked out into the kitchen for a second and stepped through the doorway. All the while, Sara and Andie just stared at Jeanette, almost in awe at her complete shift in personality. Jeanette grabbed the door she had opened and closed it shut.