John Doe

Two confused people.

Her voice hung in John's ears but it wasn't a elegent. Her accent infiltrated John's ear drums and his brain rung with the accent. Liverpool,Liverpool!
It screeched.
"Mr Doe"she raised her tone. John was impressed she said his name with a straight face.
"We were recently informed that you couldn't have commited the crime"she finshed stating. John wanted to reply with 'what gave you that idea' but he wasn't going to push his luck. Her hair hung beside her shoulders, bouncing with the occasional curl ,all the hair was a strange but intising red that was dark but light. Her eyes had a hind of kindness and dug green underneath the hazel. All of this only added to her tall frame.
She sat down almost instantly. She leaned towards John. John had no clue what to say. He did not have a witty comeback or something to respond with. He went with the subtle terrified nod.
"Now we are aware that you were present at the murder," she counties
"So we are going to need some information".
Finally john had something he could say.
"All i know is that beth ,the deaced, was killed by my mug".