It was a typical investigation room - dim lights, steel chairs face to face with a not so huge stainless steel table in the middle of it, located in the middle of the room.

Chief Detective Fred Alred sitting on one of the chairs in front of Margaret Connors who was the first one to sit on the hotseat. Officer Julius was standing on the door of the investigation room -guarding. While Winston Gavino was waiting on one of the rooms of the headquarters, waiting for his turn.

"How dare you make me a suspect in this crime!", in mad low tone, Margaret Connors opened the quote unquote conversation.

"Margaret, I will bluntly ask you, why do you have a HUGE DEEP CUT on your LEFT index finger?", the old detective straightforwardly and seriously asked.

Margaret was shocked with that straightforward inquiry. She doesn't even knew the relevance and importance of the question, so, she can't utter a word.

"I asked a question Margaret, where the hell did you get that wound!? Answer it, damn it!", the old detective almost lost his temper when he saw the huge deep cut on Margaret's LEFT INDEX FINGER.

"An onion..", Margaret answered in a low toned voice.

"What onion? Please don't waste my time Margaret, and please elaborate all of your answers from now on, because this inquiry is recorded."

"Okay! Fine! For pete's sake! I was just chopping an onion early this morning! I was preparing my breakfast! I didn't even came to work because I was terrified and at the same time exhausted from the last night's baneful incident and now... I AM STUCKED HERE, BEING INTERROGATED! WHAT A DAMN DAY!" Margaret answered furiously.

"Are you right handed or left handed?"

Margaret almost cussed, she was so pissed off, "Why are you asking me such nonsense?! Huh?!"

"Just answer it Margaret!"

"I am right handed!"

"Okay, calm down lady!"

"I am calm!"

Then the old detective stood up and asked, "Margaret, why didn't you told me that you knew Winston Gavino when I asked you some inquiries last night?"

"I did told you about Winston Gavino! Are you deaf or something!???"

The old detective chuckled then uttered, "No you didn't told me about Winston Gavino. You just pointed me to him and labeled an accusation that he could be the possible suspect in this case, but you didn't tell me that you knew Winston Gavino. Well lady, for your information, Winston Gavino seemed to know you because when I asked him about the disappearance of your boyfriend Charlie, he told me that 'Ask Margaret Connors, and not me!"

"Then, where's your question there? It was all your rhetorics.", Margaret sarcastically laughed.

The old detective seriously asked, "The question is simply this, and let me put it bluntly to you: 'Margaret are you lying to us?' Are you hiding some truth to us? Are you responsible for the disappearance of your boyfriend, Charlie Pistone!?"

Margaret continued on her sarcastic laughs as if teasing the old detective, "Now, that's a lot of question. What do you want me to answer first? The first, the second or the third one?", then Margaret laughed.

The old detective was so furious and mad, as if he was losing his temper, so in order to calm himself down, he lit a cigarette. He roamed around the room for a few seconds, threw his cigarette in the stainless trashcan, then sat again on his chair. He continued with a normal tone voice, "Margaret, just answer yes or no, okay? Did you saw Winston Gavino yesterday, in the hospital where you're working?"

"Yes"

"Do you have an affair with him?"

"No"

"Are you close with him?"

"No"

"Then what are you doing with him in the hospital lobby?"

With a furious look, Margaret answered, "Since he was a VIP he asked the hospital supervisor for me to escort him outside the hospital. That's it."

"Why would he do that? Out of all the nurses in Steve Jenkins Memorial Hospital, why were you the one that had been requested by a VIP named Winston Gavino, if you were not related or close at all?"

Margaret looked on the ground as if she was hiding something, "I don't know.."

"Come on Margaret, don't hide it or else I'll file an Obstruction Case against you."

Margaret looked straightly on the old detective and uttered, "I believe she wants me.."

"He wants you what?"

"He wanted me to be the payment for the money that Charlie Pistone borrowed from him", the lady spoke in a mild toned voice.

Detective Alred chuckled then asked, "Okay, okay, now I get it.. Let's drop that thing off.", then the old detective laughed and then asked a random question once again, "What was he doing there?"

"It was his quarterly general check up, and I was the one he chose to assist him."

"Does he have an ailment.. Is he sick.. Or  something..?", Detective Alred curiously asked.

Margaret, with a sarcastic grin on her face replied, "Well, I do believe that in your 35 years of service as an inspector as you had said, perhaps you had already knew that there's such thing called as "Hospital Policy" and the "Doctor-Patient Confidentiality". And oh, by the way, I AM NOT HER DOCTOR OR HER MOTHER, I AM ONLY A NURSE.", then she continued smiling sarcastically.

The old detective scratched his head and chuckled, "Oh yeah, I'm sorry, I just assumed that you might just accidentally spill it out."

"You're not funny, okay?! By the way, when will you end these inquires?!", Margaret asked in an irritated manner.

"Just a few more questions lady.. just a few more..", the old detective replied.

"Then go on!", Margaret was completely irritated.

"One blunt question.. Do you kill your boyfriend Charlie Pistone?"

"I don't kill him! Why are you accusing me!??"

Then the old detective chuckled, scratched his head and asked randomly, "Don't you know that the blood found on the funky floor of the crime scene is different from the blood on the broken glass window?"

With a furious face Margaret uttered in reply, "So, since I have a lacerated wound in my finger you think I am your suspect, right?"

The old inspector leaned forward, smiled then uttered, "Ever since I saw your wounded hand when you stepped down from the police mobile that escorted you here, I really think that you are a possible suspect Miss Margaret Connors. I'll just wait for the DNA result tomorow."

Margaret with a seducing tone uttered, "Oooooooh, possiblity. I like it.", then she bit her lower lip.

"That won't work lady..", the old detective chuckled then stood up and said, "Okay.. That's all, we are temporarily finished in our Q and A portion lady.", then the old detective turned around and waved goodbye.

Margaret stood up and sat on the stainless steel table, and gazed directly towards the old detective's direction then uttered, "Detective, can I ask you a question. You don't need to answer though.."

The old detective looked back then replied, "What's the quote unquote question then?", he uttered with so much curiousity.

"Why would I enter through a broken glass window when I have a key? And... Do you really think that a 5'4 feet and a 97-pound woman can beat up a man that's almost double my size, without having any bruises at all, except this wound in my hand? HA-HA-HA-HA.", Margaret laughed sarcastically then continued, "I think you are just a paranoid detective who loves to do daydreaming even at night! You only believe what you wanted to believe without even thinking carefully on what you intended to believe!!! So, detective, GOODLUCK with that DNA results tomorrow, for I am sure that it will never match mine because I AM NOT THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS!! So, just find the one who did this and after this, RETIRE AND GET A LIFE!!!!!", Margaret was so furious towards the end of her parlance.

That last words of Margaret Connors created another confusion to both, Chief Detective Fred Alred and Officer Julius.

"MARGARET CONNORS, really do have a point, why didn't I think of that?", Detective Alred muttered to himself..

Now.. IT'S WINSTON GAVINO'S TURN.

(To be continued..)