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-November 3, 2007- Gloria- I sat down and sighed; I really didn’t want to be there that early, but work was work. “Christopher Gregor, explain your relationship with the Hamcotts” I directed. “Their my landlord and neighbors” The man sat in front of me fidgeting with him hands. He was a small man, petit. Only 27 years old with brown and blonde highlighted hair. His eyes were brought out by the white and brown stripped polo shirt he wore collar up. His lisp was very distinct; automatically I knew the guy was gay. There also was the possibility that he was just a little more feminine, but considering he rented out the top floor with a guy named Clark, my first judgment seemed accurate. “Okay and who do you live with?” I questioned.He straightened up and lowered his voice, “Clark Sandell”.“Your relationship with him?” “We leave it up to the neighbors to debate that” his eyes sparkled.“Mr. Gregor” I warned.“Fine, We’re friends”“Friends?” I said raising an eyebrow to make him embarrassed. “Yes” He answered through his teeth.“Okay then” I replied making a mark on the manila folder just to make him sweat. The interrogation room was brown and tan. Brown table and chairs, tan walls and door. The hum of the security camera/recorder always spilt the silence.I stared back at him, “How was the relationship between you and Vince Hamcott?”“Why are you asking me this?” he started to perspire. I rolled my eyes, “Please sir, just help us out”.He looked sick answering, “We were okay… not friends but okay”.“What about Heather Hamcott?’“Oh, we, we were neighbors.”I smirked again, “I know that, you didn’t answer my question. I am the top investigator-”“Okay, well see she was a little too ‘nippy’ for me, we weren’t friends, just the renters”I flipped open the folder, “We were told, according to anonymous neighbors, that you and Heather didn’t see eye-to-eye” He fell silent; I knew that he was digging his grave already. “Mr. Gregor, what happened on October 29th 2007?”“You’re not trying to- you don’t think I would” his eyes widened.“Please Christopher. Answer my question”He leaned closer to me, “I didn’t do anything” he continued, “I was tending to my garden and she come out and told me to move my car”I interrupted, “She who? Chris”“Heather Hamcott, I wasn’t happy because I asked her before I started gardening if she needed my car moved, and she told me no.”“I bet that made you angry, didn’t it?” my words glided over to his ears provoking him.“Not that angry, not to murder someone!”“What happened then Mr. Gregor?”“I moved my car, the end!” he shouted.My voice become intense, “Where were you October 30th 2007 around 1:30a.m?” He looked at me like I was insane. Blotting his forehead with the back of his hand he answered, “I, I was sleeping”. “Are you sure?”“Yes, I know where I was, and I was in my bed!” he declared.“What would you say if I told you we have your finger prints on the necklace Heather was wearing the night of her death?” I interrogated. “I would say that the necklace has a bad clasp and I found it in the yard that day and returned it to her” he claimed.“Well, its just too bad no one else witnessed that, huh?” Then I walked out of the room to face Dominic, a cop.Dominic looked down to me and handed me another brown folder. He informed me, “He’s in room C28” I nodded and gave him Chris’s file in exchange.When I entered the room, a man sat there picking at the Styrofoam cup in his hand. He too looked completely gay; caramel highlights, but with more muscle than the other guy.I introduced myself, “Hello Clark Sandell, I’m detective Shafford”.“Hey” his raspy mumble reminding me of someone with a sore throat. He continued, “Okay, can you tell me why I’m here? Where’s Chris?”“ He’s just two doors down. I need you to answer some questions involving the Hamcotts,” I answered. He hesitated, the rested his chin in his hands. I began, “What is your relationship with the Hamcotts?“They’re my landlords”“Did you get along with them?” I asked.“Well, Vince and I sided the house together, he alright. And the little one I don’t know, she’s a kid, you know. And I never talked to Heather that much” he told me.I folded my arms, “What about Christopher Gregor?”“What about him?”“Relationship? With you and the Hamcotts”“Oh, uh we’re room mates, and uh I guess he was cool with them” he answered.I thought about what I needed from him and asked, “What about Heather Hamcott?”He moved uneasily in his chair, and stared down at him own file. Then he looked up miserably, “Heather and Chris never got along, but he liked every one else”.I stood up and made my way to the door, “Thank you” I continued “I’ll be back shortly.Just as I shut the door behind me the rookie approached me, “What now?” I snapped.“More from the lab, there’re prints from shoes that belong to Christopher Garr- Gregor,” he informed me. I looked at him and chimed, “Guess who’s going to court”.
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