Your Suspect
And I wasn't wrong!
The next day, the police report to the doors of Windrug&So. In a panic, the receptionist notifies me of two detectives who want to speak to me and Loraine. I take the elevator and walk towards the men. “Aziel Renegade, Acting Director,” I introduce myself. “What can I do for you, sir?”.
The men look very distinguished with their top hats and round glasses. It’s like they just stepped out of an old detective film influenced by Charlie Chaplin. I think this image is part of their job, intended to appear impressive to suspects. “Detective Smith and Jones,” the man in front of me responds, pointing to himself and his colleague. “We come here for the case of Elena Fellogan. We’d like to ask some questions”.
“Aaahh, no problem. Shall we continue to the conference room so we can talk confidentially?” I offer. The men nod in approval. I point them into the elevator and then the door to the intended room. My secretary comes to offer us something to drink and all three of us choose hot coffee. It is still early, the entire staff is not present yet. When she has poured the coffee from the machine in the room, she puts it before us and leaves.
“We would also like to talk to Miss Windrug. Is she here too?”, Jones asks, sipping his coffee demonstratively. I'm on edge, they can't take me under any circumstances. “Loraine is not a morning person, she usually arrives around ten o'clock. But I can ask her to come now, that's no problem at all”.
As I speak, I take my phone out of my pocket and press Loraine's number. I put the conversation on speaker. Soon I hear a sleepy voice. “Honey, can you be here in half an hour? There are two detectives in the conference room who also want to hear from you. Will you make it or should I send someone to pick you up?”, I ask her in love. She giggles at the way I address her. I'm doing this on purpose, I want to show the officers that Loraine has too many options with the male sex, to have to harm another woman in order to take her husband away.
Luckily, she's in a great mood and responds to my flirtation. “No, handsome, I'll grab my fastest car so I can be close to you even earlier than that half hour. You know how I miss you when you get out of my bed early. Count to ten and I'll sit on your lap," she responds seductively. I laugh hoarsely, this is exactly how I want her.
When I look up after the conversation, I see the two men chuckling. “Well, Mr. Renegade, we're investigating a possible assassination attempt on Elena Fellogan. There are strong indications that the accident was not a coincidence. And we notice that you also have intimate contact with Miss Windrug in addition to running her business for her on a temporary basis,” Jones notes.
“On the day before the accident, what time did you last see Miss Windrug? And in whose company were you?”, I answer without hesitation, saying that Loraine was back at work after looking after her fiancé in the hospital for weeks. We discussed business, ate in the cafeteria with her secretary Kaylah as usual. She then left for an unknown place.
Hardly have I finished my part of the story and Loraine enters. As usual, her beauty makes my heart beat faster, the little man in my pants immediately stirs up in response to the feelings that erupt inside me. The whole room smells of her expensive perfume, a wonderful scent that is just not intrusive. She holds out her beautiful hand to the gentlemen and poses unsuspectingly of the threat hanging over her head.
“Miss Windrug, when you left the company the day before Mrs. Fellogan accident, where have you been and with whom?”. She settles in easily. “On the way home, I spoke to my ex-fiancé Danner. He invited me to his penthouse, but I ordered food for him online and drove to my own house. Then I got a call from the journalist to appear on the dating show with Mr. Fellogan. I slept for a few hours and then drove to the show,” she says smoothly.
The men take notes as she talks, their faces dead serious. “What about the evening? Where did you spend that and with whom?”. She fiddles with the strap of her bag on the table. “I went on a date with Dordrich after the show. And then we went to our apartment in the West Village where we stayed until the morning. The next morning, I learned of the news of the accident.”
The men nod as if they know all about it. Of course, they’ve read the online news and saw the pictures “And the conversation with your ex-fiancé, what was that about?”, Jones wants to know again.
“He invited me to his penthouse. He had left the hospital without telling me. Because he had kicked me out earlier, I didn't want to go there anymore." Another silence while the men write. “And did you talk to your fiancé about this after that?”, Loraine shakes her head in denial. “No, actually I haven't heard from him until today. Which is actually strange."
“And why were you with Mr. Fellogan at his wife's bed? You sleep with her husband, isn't it strange that you were there?”, Smith now asks. “Dordrich called me devastated with grief and asked me to emotionally support him, what I did. I would assist anyone who would have asked me for help in such a situation. That's humanity," she says firmly.
The men frown at such a silly mindset but do not elaborate on this statement.
From under his reading glasses, Smith watches Loraine. I recognize the calculating look in his eyes, it's like a wolf about to pounce and devour his prey.
“Miss Windrug, if we told you that the car crash of Mrs. Fellogan was intent, who would you consider a suspect?”...
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