The Murder Suspect (COMPLETED)

Chapter 2

Taas noo akong nakaupo habang ang isang pulis na kasama ko dito sa loob ng interogation room ay nakatingin sa akin na halata sa mukha na hindi sya makapaniwala na ako ang suspect sa pagkamatay ni Rita Onelia at Carlo Ferrer.

Well, who would really believe that a girl wearing a pink turban, ripped jeans with a white top crop and looking so fucking innocent will kill someone?

"Unuulit ko, ikaw ba si Hennerietta Stimpson?" Pag-uulit na tanong ng batang detective sa harapan ko.

"For the 4th time of asking, yes. I am Hennerietta Stimpson." Nakangiting sagot ko. "Hindi ka ba naniniwala
na kaya kong pumatay?" Matamis na ngiting tanong ko.

Sinara nya ang hawak na clipboard na syang kinaroroonan ng detalye patungkol sa akin.

"Naniniwala akong kaya mong pumatay ng tao—lahat tayo. Kayang pumatay, pero ang isuko at isuplong sa mga pulis ang ginawa mo? That's a different story Miss Hennerietta." Sagot nya and I nearly laugh.

"Hen for short, detective." I told him my nickname at tumango sya. "Hindi ba pwedeng isipin mo nalang na siguro mabuti lang ang kalooban ko?" I smirked and now, he's the one laughing.

"Miss, lulong ka ba sa droga? Mabuting kalooban ka and then your claiming the death of your step mom and—boyfriend?! Boyfriend mo si Carlo?!" Gulat na tanong nya ng muling basahin ang unang interview nila sa akin.

"Ngayon ka lang na nakarinig ng kasong pinatay ng girlfriend ang kanyang boyfriend?" With a sweet smile as always.

"You are really a weird one. Nasaan ba ang Daddy mo?" Sa isang iglap, naalis ang ngiti ko at tinignan sya ng sobrang talim. "Kapag ganyan ka lagi, mas naniniwala pa akong killer ka than wearing your sweet innocent smile." Turo nya sa mukha ko.

"Really? Should I look like this to you everyday, then?" I asked with my killer look and he laugh.

"Back to business, Hen. Where's your father? Tatanungin ko lang kung may mental issues ka ba when you were a kid." He said again.

"My father is not here and don't involve him in my crime." Seryosong sabi ko.

"How old are you again?" Muli nyang tanong at itinuro ko sa kanya ang clipboard na kinaroroonan ng mga detalyeng binigay ko na kanina pa sa mga kasama nyang pulis.

"Already told the other cops so just read it." Sabi ko at kinuha naman nya ito bago buklatin at basahin sa harapan ko—na para bang hindi ako yung taong yun.

"Hennerietta Sison Stimpson. 22 years old, a nursing graduate and board passer. Relation to the victim, step mom and boyfriend. By just reading your brief identity, Hennerietta. I can say na hindi mo gugustuhing bahiran ng dugo ang kamay mo. So, who set you up to come here and surrender. Tell me, who is the real killer?" He looked at me with his desperate eyes and coldly stared at him too.

"The killer is in your front, detective. So, arrest me now and close the case. Simple as that! Balita ko, uhaw na uhaw ka daw sa promotion? Why don't you grab this time?" Sagot ko at napailing sya.

"There's no evidence that proves you as the killer. Therefore, you'll stay as a suspect." He fix his things and decided to leave but I spoke again.

"I'm not a murder suspect here, detective. I am the murderer." He stopped and looked at me with a smirk on his face.

"You're insane."