Juan walked in and sat down. He started eyeing the pizza that I had just sat on the table.
"Okay Juan, this isn't going to be easy for me since I work with you, but we are short handed on the detective side of things so I am going to conduct your interview." I said, " I want you to be honest with me."
"What do you want from me? I need to go home to my family! My wife hasn't seen me all day!" screamed Juan.
"Then let's do this quickly," I replied," Where were you at eight this morning?"
"Well Zane, I was still at home. I wasn't on the schedule until nine this morning. I was in the shower getting ready to come in. I live 30 minutes from here." replied Juan," If I would have been here at eight, I probably still wouldn't have come in. I mean, the restaurant opens at eleven, so I do not know why I would have to be here three hours early."
"Fair enough. Why do you think Edwardo was murdered?" I asked.
"Okay, hold up buck-o, are you sure he was murdered? I mean, everyone loved him, man." replied Juan.
"Yes, we are sure he was murdered. We had a knife and everything. There was even a stab wound." I explained," I know everyone loved him. The guy had money, and he donated most of the money to organizations around the world. Back to the question at hand, however; why do you think someone murdered Edwardo?"
"Honestly, I think someone murdered him because of his money. You said it yourself, the man had a lot of money after seventeen years in the restaurant business." replied Juan," That almost gives someone like you the ability of wanting to kill Edwardo."
"I can tell you I did not kill Edwardo." I replied," I loved the man to death, and I definitely would not have wanted to work for anyone else. It is actually sad to think that I might have too. Anyways, How can I confirm your story?"
Juan sat there in silence for a few moments. He didn't even blink.
"Juan, how can I confirm the story?" I asked again a few minutes later.
Juan still didn't answer. He sat in the chair across from me humming a tune that he apparently had stuck in his head. A few minutes later he came too.
"Sorry, I zoned out. What was the question?" asked Juan.
"How can we confirm your story?" I asked for the third time.
"It is pretty simple actually. If you weren't just a dumb kid, you would know that a good way is to call my wife." replied Juan.
Fine, if you are going to be a jerk, you are good to go." I replied, and I watched Juan get up out of his chair and go to the dining room.
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Hometown Detective
Mystère / ThrillerZane Maddox, a senior at River Way High School, is just starting his last senior break. Little did he know, it was going to be the most mysterious Christmas Break ever.