When Marjorie pulled into the parking lot it was already swarming with police cars. Right away her heart beat faster and her breathing was short and quick. She knew someone had discovered the conference room and she was glad she remembered to wipe her prints from the door handle.
As her car rolled to a stop in the parking space, her supervisor suddenly appeared at her driver’s side window. She was already talking but Marjorie couldn’t tell what she was saying. The moment her car door was open Marjorie could tell she was talking a mile-a-minute in Spanish.
“English please.” Marjorie said, as she stepped out of the car.
Wanda Alverez stepped back away from the car and took a gulp of air. Then in a calmer voice said, “The police want to talk to you. What happened last night? What did you do? Dave, from the third floor, is dead. They said a bottle of Windex and a roll of paper towels was next to the body. Did you leave that there? Do you know what’s going on?”
As Marjorie tried to
stop her head from buzzing with a million thoughts, she spotted a uniformed
police officer making his way between cars, heading towards her. “Wanda, I’m not sure if I should say anything
at this point.”
Wanda’s expression
changed quickly. “Did you kill Mr. Dave?”
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