Officer Genevieve Perez.
A diligent police constable. She's quick, both mentally and physically, with a gun by her side at all times. The 24-year-old does her duty to the best of her ability, and absolutely nothing can distract her when she sets a...
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A warm glow illuminated Genevieve's features in the darkness of her bedroom. Her eyes carefully watched the flickering piece of flame that floated on the mouth of the lighter.
She lost herself into the bright orange color. So much so that her finger slipped from the button of the lighter, and as a result, the small fire disappeared into thin air. It was then that she registered a faint throbbing on the tip of her thumb. That may have been because she was pressing down on it with too much force.
Genevieve's thumb found the button again, and the droplet-shaped flame ignited once more. It closely resembled the shape of the tears she shed just this morning, when she had walked upon a lifeless Samuel. In fact, she could recall how the tears left a searing pain on her skin, like a trail of fire would in its wake.
"This wasn't an accident. Officer Samuel was shot in the head from behind. There is a hole in the rear windshield of the car, and one in the headrest of his seat."
"Call the ambulance right away!"
"I'm afraid he doesn't have a pulse. He can't be saved."
"He died from the gunshot, not from the car crash."
"Access all the cameras of the surrounding roads. I want every single footage now!"
Genevieve's thumb lost its firm push on the lighter once again, when she drowned herself into a trance. This time, it wasn't because of her fascination with the piece of flame. No, it was because her mind refused to forget the event that followed after the death of her dear best friend. Her brother, Samuel.
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"I should get going now. Once again, thank you very much sir-"
Genevieve's voice in the recording was paused abruptly, when the unfamiliar man before her pressed a button on the recorder's side. He brought both his hands up to rest them on the metal table, and he leaned in just as his fingers intertwined. Alec stood beside the seated man with his arms folded, and his eyes were trained on Genevieve in a calculating look.
The female officer was currently being questioned by the two detectives, one of which she didn't know. Her eyes moved to the name badge stuck to the left side of his chest, and she spelled out each letter carefully in her head.
DI Owen Miller.
"Why didn't you bring this recording to us sooner? When Samuel was still alive?"
Genevieve's gaze travelled upwards and stopped on Owen's face when he spoke. Her features were coated with an expression of complete indifference, which contradicted her tear-streaked cheeks and pink eyes. Her posture was overly casual. Genevieve's back was slumped against the chair, and her legs were stretched out so the heels of her feet touched the ground.
