"Tell me what you remember" "Nothing, I don't remember a thing" "Where the two of you friends?" "Not in the slightest. She was always cold towards me" "Did you hate her?" "Can't hate someone I barely talked to much less knew" The interrogation went on like this for ever. The woman was cut and dry. She didn't seemed shaken by the metal table or the people watching her from the top of the room. She didn't ask as if the victim was safe or if some misfortune had hit. She just answered as if this was rehearsed over and over.