I was working on the list of suspects today. The first person I’m going to interview is Raphael Jennice. He’s the prime suspect in our investigation.
I was on lunch break, and somebody told me that Raphael is pretty rich. I didn’t want to assume, but still. He might not have committed the murder. Because, well, why would a rich person kill someone? This is all just an assumption, though.
I come into interrogation and sit down. He’s sitting down and drinking a cup of coffee.
“Do you guys have any sugar? This coffee would be nasty without sugar,” he said. I signaled one of my colleagues.
He came back soon with three packets of sugar.
“Thanks,” Raphael said. At least he thanked him. So far, he hadn’t been that bad.
“So, where were you the day of the murder?”, I said, getting my notebook out.
“Out with my girlfriend,” he said, smiling at me. Why is he looking at me like that? Is he trying to make me jealous? Is he trying to flirt with me? I figured he was trying to be nice, so I just went with it.
“Okay. Did you know Victor?”, I said, tilting my head. I tried to keep a serious face on, but it was hard.
“Yes. He’s my girlfriend’s brother,” he said. I write these things down in my notebook.
“Alright. Did you have a particular relationship with him?”, I asked. He fidgets with his last sugar packet.
“No. I didn’t know him that well,” he said, still looking at the sugar packet. “I know he was bullied, though.”
“By whom...?”, I asked.
“Henry. Henry Smith,” he says. He was still not looking up at me. I wondered why. Maybe he did it, and he can’t look me in the eye.
“How did he bully him? What did he do? And why did he bully him?”, I ask, tilting my head and writing.
“He hit him. He would punch and kick him. He was jealous because he was dating this girl he liked,” he says. “I’m pretty sure that’s why.”
“Okay. Anything else you want to tell me?”, I said, and looked at him.
“No,” he said. Then, he sits up and looks at me like he zoned out and was back to reality.
“Okay, then. You’re free to go. If you can think of anything else, call me,” I say. Then, I gave him my card.
“Okay,” he says. He stands up and sighs. He collects his belongings and leaves.
Later, when I was at home, I called my friend that was also working on the case with me. She’s a P.I. (Private Investigator).
“Hey. I met this guy during interrogation. I think he might be the killer. I think he was trying to sort of bribe me. He was sort of flirting with me in the beginning. But then he sort of zoned out and started fidgeting,” I say.
“Just try to get it out of him. You said he was zoning out, right? It’s a normal sign that he’s not telling you something important,” she said. “But, luckily, he’s going to call you. I just know it. He can’t take it.”
“Alright. Well, thanks, Tracy,” I said. I hung up.
Later, I thought about what he could be hiding. So, I made a list. It said the following:
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THEORIES:
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-He’s hiding that he also bullied Victor.
-He’s hiding that Henry Smith killed Victor. (covering for him?)
-He was lying about Henry Smith bullying him.
-He was lying about knowing Victor well.
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That was it. I couldn’t think of anything else. Then, I just went to sleep for the day.
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