The two detectives sit across from the suspect, noticing everything, looking for any sign of dishonesty. "So tell me about the night in which a police officer was left lying in a pool of his own blood, slowly bleeding to death," the lead detective requests.
"I don't know what happened that night, I wasn't there."
"You were seen in the area earlier that night."
"I was on my way home when the station called and said a person had been seen snooping around in that area; it was on my way, so I said I'd take a look."
"A person was seen snooping in the same area where a police officer was later murdered that night, yet you didn't file a report?"
"There wasn't anything to report. It turned out to be the owner of the property who had been working late."
"At that time of night?"
"Perhaps I should rephrase that; he was working late with his assistant. He was snooping around because he was supposed to be at home, not screwing his assistant. His assistant confirmed that they had been meeting there every Friday night while his wife was visiting her mother out of town."
"What did you do next?"
"I went home."
"Can anyone confirm that?"
"No. I didn't see anyone else on the road and there wasn't anyone home when I got there."
"Well that's just too bad for you, because a witness may have gotten you out of a shit load of trouble, as it is, you have no alibi for the time of the murder."
"I had no reason to kill him and there is no way I would ever leave a wounded colleague behind."
"Not even one who was suspicious of your activities?"
"I'm sorry?"
"He thought that there were things that didn't add up at the station, so he kept a journal of all his doubts and suspicions; your name features prominently, as does your fiancé."
"We haven't done anything wrong."
"I don't believe you, but for the moment, I don't have enough to charge you." Shuffling the papers on the desk, the detective looks over at the suspect, her lip curling in disgust. "Interview over," the detective speaks into the recorder, before turning it off. "For the moment Sergeant Buckton, you are free to go, but be aware that you and your fiancé are our main suspects in the murder of Snr Constable Trevor Moreland."