“I’m Detective Grey and this is Dr. Kathryn Bohemian. I want to start off to let you guys know that you aren't in any trouble, we just need some information on your friend Christian.” She studied the group in front of her: Hailey Trooper, Becky Rimes, Celina Moore, Tristan Reese, and an older woman whom she presumed to be Tristian’s mother. She studied the teens, Hailey and Celina both had short brown hair and braces, and the glimmer in their brown eyes reminded Heather of her wild and reckless days. If Heather hadn’t done her homework, she would've assumed that Becky and Tristan were twins. In the corner of her eye, she could see Kathryn studying their facial features to determine if they were somehow related. She quietly chuckled at her
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“Tristan and I walked back to my place and hung out for a little while. He lives right down the street from me and wasn't in a rush to get home. He probably left between 11 and 11:30, and I went to bed.” “I can second that one detective. According to our security system, Tristian got home at 11:43. Here’s the record.” Mrs. Reese shoved her phone into Heather’s face. Heather suddenly realized that she wasn't going to get a whole lot of information from this group; perhaps if she would've questioned them individually she would've gotten more from them, but that would've required probable cause. “Do you know if Christian had a girlfriend, or if he was seeing anyone special?” After a minute of silence, Tristan broke the ice. “Chris was my best friend. He told me everything, and he never mentioned a specific girl. If there was someone special, he would've told me.” A tear fell from his eye, and he excused himself from the interview, his mom following him for comfort. “Before I let the rest of you go, I would like to know if you would be willing to let Dr. Bohemian do a light test on your hands, clothes, and …show more content…
That’s who Christian was with that night.” She grabbed a pen, scribbling down the name. “How can you be so certain?” “Chris confided in me a couple of weeks back that he had a thing for her. It didn't occur to me until now that they had hooked up a few days beforehand. I wouldn’t be surprised if she offed him.” Heather hung up the phone and ran the name through NYPD’s database and she got a hit. “CarolAnn Metzger, 17. Did a stint in Juvi a year ago for burglarizing a corner store on 10th, and grand larceny of a vehicle a couple of months back. She’s the girlfriend.” “Do you think that she would escalate from petty crimes to murder?” “There’s only one way to find out. I’ll go pick her up. Grab your DNA kit and meet me in the interrogation room within the hour.”
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“Yeah Chris and I were a thing. I’ll even admit that we were together that night. But I didn’t kill him. I probably should’ve though.” She was sly. Heather felt the black of CarolAnn’s pupils burning into her soul.
“It’s that kind of attitude that will push me far enough to arrest your ass!”
“Enough detective! I can report you for harassing a minor!” The child advocate wasn’t going to let her press the areas that needed to be dealt
“Tristan and I walked back to my place and hung out for a little while. He lives right down the street from me and wasn't in a rush to get home. He probably left between 11 and 11:30, and I went to bed.” “I can second that one detective. According to our security system, Tristian got home at 11:43. Here’s the record.” Mrs. Reese shoved her phone into Heather’s face. Heather suddenly realized that she wasn't going to get a whole lot of information from this group; perhaps if she would've questioned them individually she would've gotten more from them, but that would've required probable cause. “Do you know if Christian had a girlfriend, or if he was seeing anyone special?” After a minute of silence, Tristan broke the ice. “Chris was my best friend. He told me everything, and he never mentioned a specific girl. If there was someone special, he would've told me.” A tear fell from his eye, and he excused himself from the interview, his mom following him for comfort. “Before I let the rest of you go, I would like to know if you would be willing to let Dr. Bohemian do a light test on your hands, clothes, and …show more content…
That’s who Christian was with that night.” She grabbed a pen, scribbling down the name. “How can you be so certain?” “Chris confided in me a couple of weeks back that he had a thing for her. It didn't occur to me until now that they had hooked up a few days beforehand. I wouldn’t be surprised if she offed him.” Heather hung up the phone and ran the name through NYPD’s database and she got a hit. “CarolAnn Metzger, 17. Did a stint in Juvi a year ago for burglarizing a corner store on 10th, and grand larceny of a vehicle a couple of months back. She’s the girlfriend.” “Do you think that she would escalate from petty crimes to murder?” “There’s only one way to find out. I’ll go pick her up. Grab your DNA kit and meet me in the interrogation room within the hour.”
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“Yeah Chris and I were a thing. I’ll even admit that we were together that night. But I didn’t kill him. I probably should’ve though.” She was sly. Heather felt the black of CarolAnn’s pupils burning into her soul.
“It’s that kind of attitude that will push me far enough to arrest your ass!”
“Enough detective! I can report you for harassing a minor!” The child advocate wasn’t going to let her press the areas that needed to be dealt