Officer Sampson led Ida down the corridor and stopped at the second door to the left, opening it wide and gesturing for her to enter. She brushed past him and sat down on the far side of the table in the otherwise-barren room. Anxiety crept up, making her feel a bit nervous as she settled herself into the hard wooden chair. As much as she enjoyed her work with the detectives, she couldn't help but to feel a bit uneasy whenever she was taken to one of these interrogation rooms. She briefly wondered if they had been designed to create this sense of unease.
"Okay," Sampson said. He set down a thick pad of paper and pulled a pen from his pocket before sitting down in the chair opposite Ida. "You have some information about the murder out near the warehouses, right?"
"Yes," she confirmed.
"And this is from things that you...saw, right?" he asked, tapping the side of his head.
"Yes," she said, smiling slightly. "I saw these things through another's eyes."
"Okay, then, let's start from the top."
Ida described her experience and included as much detail as she could. She told him of the chase through the brush at the edge of the lot, about the branches that scratched at his clothes and his skin. She described his panic and the urgency with which he discarded the mysterious blue-and-white box, as well as the location of the bin that it had been thrown into.
"Did they find the box?"
"Not while I was there," she explained, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Victor had me whisked away just as I was about to regale the juniors with the incident involving Arbela's police commissioner."
Sampson erupted with laughter, slapping his pen down onto the table. "He must've been staring daggers at you! I bet the juniors will be doing some digging on that, now!"
"Given how deeply he has probably buried information about the incident, it should be a good exercise for the new detectives. I'd like to think I'm nurturing their budding careers," she grinned.
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