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One Scene: I Witnessed

Thinking of developing a story like this one
This is just a scene of what it would look like if I did.

Detective Night spread the pictures of the crime scene on the table. "Do you see a familiar face?"
I swallowed hard. "Am I under arrest?" I didn't think I could hold on anymore. Of course I recognized Annie Summer, my girlfriend in their pictures. But I wasn't about to tell the detective (which happened to be a very attractive woman) one word. What if Annie killed me too?
"You do realize Mr. William that you are lying to me and this could get you in a lot of trouble for example..." There was a knock on the door. The head of the police department Frederick Hamilton poked his head in.
"Detective, can I have word with you?" He glared at me and I quickly looked away. Whatever was outside the window was less frightening. Detective Night however, wouldn't take her eyes off me. My God if looks could kill...
Detective Night stepped out of the interrogation room and closed the door. "Now what? I almost got this guy. Give me just a few more minutes."
"We can't hold him anymore. You know the rules Night. We have absolutely nothing on him. Captain Hamilton explained. “His girlfriend stays but he has to go.”
"Fine." She rolled her eyes.
Detective Night burst through the door and picked up all the pictures. Then she placed them in the folder. "You are one lucky bastard. I'll be watching you Williams."
"I hope so because I want you to see how I tan myself in the roof of my house; completely...”
"Shut up!" She said angrily before storming out of the room.

I followed right behind. Every cop had their eyes on me because I had just pissed off the spoiled brat of the police station. Her father was the captain though they weren't in the best of terms. But despite her very nasty attitude I thought she was beautiful.


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