Killer Queen

„My name is Agnes Alexander." a young women states, starring blankly at the bare white wall across the table where she was sat at. Her eyes are still widened with shock because of what had just happened an hour ago, she struggles to answer the officers question as his voice seems so far away. The piercing sounds of sweeping tires and metal clashing against metal still ringing in her ear.
„Miss Alexander!" Startled she looks at the officer, pushing a blood stained streak of blonde hair, out of her face and behind her ear.
„You do go by the name of Penny Lovette, don't you?" she nods.
„You have to say it out loud to me." he says pointing at a small black, rectangular device, that looks very much like a smartphone, but is in fact a voice recorder. „Do you go by the name of Penny Lovette?"
„Yes, Sir."
„Can you tell me what happened?"
She looks at her bandaged underarm. Tracing the corners of the bandage with her fingers she notices her nails, which she has done up so beautifully this afternoon, have now split and broken, the white nail varnish has flaked and a crust of dried blood and dirt now sits between her skin and nail.
„We were in the car and suddenly he just lost control."
„He."the officer repeated. „Is this Mr. Hardy you are referring to?"
„Yes."
„And you do not know what made him loose control of the vehicle?"
„No! I don't know! Everything happened so quickly."
By now tears are streaming down her face as she is trying to remember the exact events.
„Alright, we'll get back to that later." The officer who was sitting at the edge of the table before has now sat down right across from her.
„So tell me Miss Alexander, in what relation exactly did you stand with the victim Mr. Edward Thomas Hardy?"