The girl who lived in the shadow

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15. Detective Amari Raguel Wattkins

15.09.2018.

Romana Mitchell was everything that I hated in a girl like her. She was the kind of girl who used her sexuality and beauty for getting whatever she wanted. She was the kind of girl that I hated in high school. A girl that everyone hated and loved at the same time. And because of all that, I still can’t wrap my mind how a girl like Romana is best friends with a sweet, kind girl like Hana Petrovich. She was nothing like her.

I watched the way she was speaking to Rayan as the two of them, and a man that was supposed to be her father walked through the station to the interrogating room.

Rayan smiled down at her before his eyes caught my serious face. I wasn’t pleased with his behavior. He wasn’t acting professionally with either Romana and the sheriff’s daughter. He thought that I didn’ see the way he looks at Hana, but he was wrong. I see everything even though people around me don’t notice it.

Rayan opened the door and all three of them walked in.

“You must be Romana Mitchells.” I reached for her hand and we shook.

“Yes, I am,” she said shyly.

My eyes went to her father who was the spitting image of his daughter. Both of them had blond hair and piercing blue eyes.

“Detective Wattkins.” he shook my hand. “I’m Clark Mitchells, Romana’s father.”

“It’s nice meeting you sir,” I said, gesturing them to take a seat on the two empty chairs at the table. Romana sat first, following with her father who placed his briefcase on the table.

“The sheriff told me that you wanted to speak to my daughter about the night when Margareth Larson has died,” he started the conversation.

“We just want to know where she was and if she saw something strange,” I told him.

Romana moved a piece of hair behind her ear. She looked stressed. Something I didn’t realize that a girl like will have.

“Where were you the night Margareth Larson died?” I asked her.

“I was at the party with the sheriff’s daughter, Hana. We were dancing and drinking as usual,” she answered as soon as I asked the question.

“Did you talk to anybody there?” Rayan asked.

She nodded her head. “We only talked to John, Margareth’s brother.”

“Hana only spoke to him,” I said, “A girl like you must have talked to someone else.”

Romana glanced at her father who nodded her head. “I spoke to a couple of my friends, yes, but what does that have to do with Margareth’s murder?”

“It doesn’t only have to do with her, this is also about Hana, your best friend. She told us that you left her there all alone even though you knew that she might get a panic attack.”

She shook her head. “I thought she will be fine. She said she will be fine.”

“Where did you go after you left her?” I pushed her with my question.

It took her a moment to answer that one. “I went to meet my boyfriend, but I didn’t stay long with him. I returned back but she wasn’t there anymore.”

“What is the name of your boyfriend?” I asked. “And how old is he, because we heard that you like men who are older than forty.”

Romana’s dad slammed his palm on the table. “That’s enough,” he said, “This interview is over.”

“Sir, we still need to ask her a couple of questions,” I told him.

“No.” he pointed a finger at me. “You are accusing my daughter that she is sleeping with men who are twice her age. How dare you?”

“It’s just a question sir which she didn’t answer.”

“She doesn’t have to answer if she doesn’t want to. It’s her choice.” he picked up his briefcase. “You are not speaking to her unless you have any proof that she has something to do with the murder.”

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