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Rena:
The three men came and went throughout the whole week. But then one day, they just stopped showing up and banging on the door. The floor was silent again. No yelling. No arguing. No nothing. Empty.
They clearly must have meant their threats. Apartment 38C was under investigation.
“Is anybody home?” a muffled voice came through the door. “CPD open up.”
I shyly opened the door a tiny gap.
“Hi, I’m Detective Price and this is my partner Detective Winter. We want to ask you some questions,” a handsome man stood in front of me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on their ends. Suddenly, I wanted Matt to be here with me.
I shook my head slightly, “I don’t know anything about what happened. I’m sorry.”
Before I could shut the door, his foot was wedged in between the door and the frame. “Please, I don’t want to have to bring you in.”
I took a small breath of air and opened the door with shaking hands. They slowly came in, looking around with their hungry eyes. Taking note of every detail. Categorizing me. Detective Winter spoke, “So, you like puzzles?” Her voice was gruff. I stood awkwardly in the corner and nodded. She smiled, “They’re beautiful. You have a good eye for them.” Her voice lightened suddenly as she admired them and looked up at me with her shinning smile.
“Miss-?” Detective Price started.
I flicked my eyes towards him. “Spero. Rena Spero.”
He quickly jotted notes down. “Please, take a seat.”
“I’m fine.”
He glanced over at his partner and began asking me questions. “Where were you three nights ago, Miss Spero?”
“Home. Like always,” I rubbed my arms.
“Is there anyone who can verify your alibi?” he paused his pen on the notepad.
I looked down at my feet. “No.”
“Do you know the family who lived in 38C?”
I shook my head. “I never met my neighbors.” Detective Winter walked around my apartment. She was prowling against the wall looking for any little detail like a bloodhound smelling the ground and air for the small trace of its target.
“Did you maybe hear something or possibly seen something out of the ordinary outside your apartment?” he questioned, almost impatient.
“No. Is that all because I have things to do.”
He took a step closer to his partner and raised his eyebrows. “Nope. Thank you for your time.”
I led them to the door and grasped the doorknob, hiding myself partially behind the door. Detective Price turned and reached into his coat pocket. “If you find anything out, please, call me. If you need anything.” He wrapped my hand around his card, gave me a slight smile and left.
Matt:
I was walking down the hall when two people approached me. “Excuse me, hi, I’m Detective Price and this is my partner Detective Winter,” he flashed his badge at me. “Do you come to this apartment often?”
“Yeah, I deliver puzzles to Apartment 39C. Is something wrong?” I shifted the boxes down.
They shared a questioning glance. “Do you know Miss Spero well?” Detective Winter asked.
I shrugged. “I guess. I mean I help her with her puzzles all the time, but she likes to keep to herself. Is she alright?”
“Well, we’d like to know if you know anything about the murder in apartment 38C,” she ignored my question and pointed to her left at the door with the police caution tape.
“No, I’m sorry.”
“Where were you three nights ago at 9:50PM Mr.-?” she flipped out her notepad.
“Matthew. Matthew Lowenthal.” My heart pumped. Rena couldn’t have done anything. “I was with my boss. We’re family friends and we were catching up at his place.”
“We’ll need the name of your boss and the company you work for,” she clicked her pen.
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