The Abandoned Mafia Princess

A Crime of Passion

3 days later

Clara was at the police station. She was being interrogated again. Her eyes were dry from all the tears she spilled that night. She felt so defeated. Empty. There was always a spark in her eyes before, now it's gone.

On the night of the party, Clara was just a rebellious teenager. She had some problems but they were not that uncommon. She forgot herself a bit, she got drunk, she got high and she convinced her friend to do the same.

But that was before Brian's birthday party. On the day when she woke up woke up Sabrina was no longer at the house.

Sabrina was missing.

Police found her body 2 days later. Someone choked her to death and dumped her body into a river. They suspected it to be a "crime of passion" because of her injuries.

"Once again. You saw Sabrina Meyers leaving the house with her boyfriend, Desmond Laffan. Yes?" the sharp, cold voice asked. The police officer clearly didn't like her. There was an unspoken accusation in his voice. His questions were sharp and blunt.

"He almost carried her out. Just like me, she was out of it. She didn't know what she was doing" Clara explained quietly, looking at the wooden desk in front of her. She was in the interrogation room. Her mother agreed for her to be interrogated alone, after she learned where Clara was that night and what happened she could barely look at her daughter let alone be in one room with her. 

"So why didn't you do anything to stop them from leaving?" Officer Smith asked with his arms crossed. The fact that he was towering over her added to his intimidation factor. Clara gulped.

"I was out of it" Clara responded with difficulty. Her heart was heavy with guilt and grief. "I was lying on the sofa half asleep. I saw them talking and I wanted to say something but my body just wouldn't move" she started tearing up but she quickly and furiously wiped them off. No tears. She couldn't break down here.

It's not like she "literally" couldn't move. She wasn't paralyzed. There was no roofie in her drink or anything like that. She was just drunk as fuck, and high. In a normal situation, a red alarm would ring in her head the moment she saw Desmond approaching Sabrina but in the state, she was in she was just too relaxed, too sleepy, too nauseous to bother. She knew that Desmond and Sabrina had fights, some of them were ugly. But she would never assume he would kill her.

That was her mistake.

"Are you sure it was him?" He asked about ten-thousandth of the time.

"Yes. I'm sure. He called her before and she told him where she was. He started yelling at her and she told him they should break up. I told you this already" Clara repeated frustrated "You're going to arrest him, right?"

"It's too early to jump to any conclusion just yet" the police officer responded dissuasively.

"What do you mean? He was abusive to her in the past. He clearly did it!" Clara yelled unable to believe in what she was hearing.

"Tell me, Clara, how well do you know Desmond Laffan?"

"All I know about him is what Sabrina told me. We've never met" Laffan was working as a skiing instructor. He and Sabrina would meet always outside of the school, always somewhere where there was no risk for Sabrina's brother or parents to find out so no, personally, Clara was never introduced to him. She only knew him from the pictures.

"And yet You're very quick to judge a person you've never met. Sabrina never reported any acts of violence against her. Her family wasn't aware of them as well. So far all we have on him is one eyewitness, you. You were the only one who saw them leaving. The fact that you were intoxicated is making your statements even more unreliable" the officer explained calmly. It was unnerving.