Dangerous Woman

I don't know how much time has passed...A year maybe...Your lack still hurts me...It's cold...I don't want to get out of bed...

DO NOT FORGET...

WE STILL HAVE WORK TO DO...

ONLY. THAT. MATTERS.

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Rio de Janeiro, August 25, 20xx
Interrogation room
16:50

This white collar is already getting on my nerves. I don't know what's worse, being 4:00 PM and i haven't even had time to breathe, or the fact that i've been trying to solve the same problem for two days straight. I enter the room trying to emanate as much positive energy as possible
-Shall we start, darling?
-I only speak to my lawyer! Get me out of here now!I didn't even stay in that room for a minute and I'm already trying my best not to look pissed off. At least it's a new record. Just to be registered, i've been hearing these fucking two phrases for the last two days. Whether by phone, or in a news, when he appears.
-Are you deaf, woman?! Take those fucking handcuffs off!! It's time already!! I would hate being sued one more time... I take a deep breath and, with all the calm in my heart, I say:
-You're wasting oxygen, and your right to keep quiet. When the questions start, you will regret it.No one can say that I didn't warn you.
-Do you have any idea who I am?! I don't give a fuck if the little shit you earn as a detective is your breadwinner!! If you still want to have a life, let me go, NOW!!
-Life? - The second i processed that word, i was already laughing hysterically. Does he really think that a 25-year-old woman who smokes two packs a day and is always in a bad mood still has something minimally similar to life?
-You're crazy, aren't you?! I think it's better for everyone in this room that I'm out of here and without handcuffs before my lawyer arrives. otherwise...Ah, fuck it. I hit him with as much strength as I could gather to see if he finally shut up. This, of course, avoiding making him puke his lunch. My patience finally ran out, as did the air in his chest.Amid coughs he tries to say something.
-Agh... Fucking bi-
No fucking way that I'm going to let him finish. For his own sake, I grab him by the collar and speak with the greatest calm in the world:
-Listen up you little shit, i'm a week without a cigarette, had a watery coffee this morning and i'm menstruating. So I'm sorry if my mood is a little changed today. As for what you said about life, I have three lawsuits against me that just don't go ahead because I'm very good at getting results ... and also because that asshole known as the chief inspector is madly in love with me.
After that venting session, i let him go a little. I think i've gone too far, the poor guy can barely catch his breath. Now, more than ever, he looks like a pig.
-In short, the safest way to get out of this room is to say what I want to hear. Do you understand or do you want me to explain it to you again?
Recovering the air with difficulty, he speaks almost whispering:
-You are crazy!!
-And you are an egocentrical piece of shit who is always hiding behind your money. Now that we're done with the formalities, can we start at once?It will be quick, I swear.
Reluctant, he looks me from up to down. I know this feeling in his eyes. Usually whoever looked at me like that, didn't even have to think long before I said what I wanted to hear. Fear is impressive when used well.-Whatever...
-Great, - I'm so fucking cynical- so tell me, where were you last night?
-In a charity auction, at Copacabana Palace
-Is there anyone to confirm your story?
-Everyone who was there... I was one of the hosts.
-I understand, what time is it over?
- Around 11:00 PM.
-Were you straight home and stayed there or did something else?
- I went straight to sleep, why?
-All in time... By the way, how's your thing with that random girl?
The confusion is clear in his eyes.
-Does that have to do with the case?
-No, but I love gossip. And just to remember, stick to only answering please, i won't ask again.   I just wanted to make sure how his memory was, also, this investigation is a drag. Having a little chat won't hurt anyone. The same can't be said about me when i'm pissed off.
- Anyways, who was the last girl ?-You'll have to be more specific. I have way too many last girls.
Goddamnit, i'm SO willing of beating the shit out of his face right now.
-Fernanda Cruz, right? The young actress who just debuted. By the tabloids you were in a relationship for three months.
-I think you mistook yourself detective. This Fernanda woman died almost a year ago.
At least he remembers that.
-Oh, yes indeed. Sorry about that.
-Don't mind it, every day is a different bitch trying to get pregnant by me to have part of my money. It was like that with Fernanda, and it was like that with the last one now.
What keeps me from blowing his head off now? -You refer to miss... Helena Marques? In this photo here?

- Ah yes! As I said, another bloodsucker. The best thing I did was leave her on the run.
-I hope that you don't mean that literally.
Confusion is getting repetitive for this guy.
 -What do you mean?
-Helena was found yesterday, run over on a street near the place where you say the auction was held. Eyewitnesses claim that a car very similar to the model you use hit her violently as she walked on the sidewalk towards to the event .And the most curious thing about this is that some testimonies said that you were not seen in the time window when the accident was supposed to have occurred.
 -I was in the bathroom. 
-For an hour? I hope that you haven't clogged the toilet. By the way, i've heard that you didn't invited her. How did she knew where do you live and better, how did she past through the door?
-I wasn't expecting her to come...
-Why not? Weren't you both lovers? Besides, she was an angel, why where you afraid of her? 
Were you owning something to her? 
-No...
-So why she shouldn't come? Do you see how this is getting a way too suspicious?  Just surrender already. 
The anger forming on his face is almost comical.
-Who do you think you are, you filthy whore?! Are you aware of what you are saying now?! 
-I'm not saying anything, i'm just dictating the facts as I know. You are only in that retritive measure because the current circumstances frame you as a suspect. And be greatful for being informed. For me, people like you should have been rotting in a pit for a long time, with no rights.
-You know what?-honestly, no.- I will cooperate as much as possible with this investigation. And when it's done, I'll make sure you pay me until the last hair in this empty head of yours in compensation!! Also, as soon as i leave this room i will speak directly to your boss.You life will become a living hell!!
I'm not paid enough to hear that.
-Okay, fuck it, just shut up and wait for your tie puppy to arrive ok?
I better get out before I lose my mind. He talks too much.
-Get ready to see your entire life fall apart your fucking...
Thank god that door closed before he finished speaking, otherwise his ability to chew was going to be seriously affected for a long time. I'm damn hungry... and after that, I really need a cigarette.
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