She looked at me. She smiled very devilishly.
"Morning Mr. Davis."
"Isn't it a good one?" I asked trying to scare her a bit.
"Not particularly. I mean I'm in a jail. What would you do in my position? John is it?"
"Yes it is. And I'd probably pray a whole lot so that God can protect me. Are you religious Ms.--"
"Natalie." She said interuppting me.
"Natalie." I reassured.
"No, John, I am not religious. Well according to my parents I'm Christian."
"Ms. Natalie saying you are and being are two entirely different things. I could say I try to be perfect and I could say I am. You see two entirely different things."
She smiled. Then Sargent Diaz dropped her file onto the table along with a picture of her boyfriend.
"ahem." he said. I fixed my tie and cleared my throat.
"Ms. Rollen, can you tell me who this man is?" I questioned as I pointed to a picture of her boyfriend. He was a white man. Blue eyes, blonde hair, attractive I guess.
"That..That's my boyfriend....."
"Yes yes it is. Can you tell me why you feared him?" She became very jittery.
"He.....used to beat me.... And if I talked to a guy he would beat me even harder.. I couldnt have guy friends....." She looked into my eyes, I was falling in love with a woman who could or couldnt have killed her boyfriend.
"Ms. Rollen would you like a tissue?"
"Yes please."
"John." someone in the overhead speaker called.
"excusez-moi" I said in french not expecting her to understand
"c'est ok" she replied in french
"Merci." I left the room. I came back and Diaz was staring at Natalie. Holding none other than his AK47.
"Natalie. Why did you kill him?" I said, slamming my hand onto the table. She replied in French
"Je n'ai pas, je voulais juste qu'il me laisse aller"
"English please."
"I didnt I just wanted him to let me go."
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