30th September 2010

'So again Miss, we need an alibi that will verify that you were not in the DiLaurentis backyard on Monday the seventh of September 2009, the Labour Day weekend. We need their details' asked detective from the Pennsylvanian State Department. The girl was sitting in uncomfortable plastic chair on the opposite side of the detective's mahogany desk, her eyes staring at the back of his photo frames where dust had slowly began to gather beneath the stand.

'Your desk needs dusting' she said in a particularly quiet voice. The detective rose from his much more comfortable looking leather chair, rubbing his fingers against his temples.

'Miss, it's really in your best interest to answer these questions as honestly as you can. From the details I've got from the police in Rosewood they tell me that you were present at a large party earlier that Summer with Miss DiLaurentis'

The girl continued to stare at the detective's desk, as if observing the detail of his laptop and faux gold pen set would provide her with the evidence to prove her innocence. The detective moved to the side of his desk and leant over the girl so his mouth was inches from her ear.

'Is there someone threatening you? If so we can do things to protect you'

The girl turned her head, her eyes were blank and lips in a cold line.

'No one is threatening me Detective. The reason I can't give you an alibi is because I was alone in my dormitory on the evening of Monday the seventh of September, 2009. I do have a roommate but I have no idea was she was on that particular evening' she paused and drew in a sharp breath.

'I have ideas though'

The detective pushed off rickety plastic chair and stood back crossing his arms.

'Look Miss, personally I believe you but to ensure that you are not withholding information that could obstruct the investigation of this case I need an alibi'

'I suppose you could check my computer. The IP address should match the location I've previously given you. I was using it that night, and I've not upgraded my computer' she hesitated, 'There should be an email from my brother. He wanted to know if he could come over from Rosewood'.

The detective moved quickly behind his desk and begun typing away profusely at his laptop.

'Good, good. I know this is hard because you feel like your honesty may hurt the people you care about, but you are doing the right thing.'

'I don't care about any of these people' she snapped. 'From what I saw there was nothing but deception and manipulation that Summer. If Alison DiLaurentis was murdered than justice ought to be served, and if anyone who was there that Summer is privy to any information I believe they should be questioned. Well scrutinised is probably more appropriate.'

'You seem to have a lot of vehemence directed towards your group that Summer. Did something happen I should know about?' The detective peered over his laptop, an intent gaze on the girl.

She reached out her hand and began to draw circles in the dust around the stand of photo-frame.

'Well, that's the thing' she said and lifted her head to stair directly into the detective's eyes.

'I'm not actually certain enough to confirm anything that happened is even relevant. It's like me looking at the back of your photograph. I can see that something is there; I can assume it's either your family, a child, a lover, a sibling or a pet, but there is something blocking me from seeing it. Or I'm simply looking at it from the wrong angle. I knew something was happening that Summer in that group. I don't know what exactly. I saw tid bits, heard hearsay and saw the fall out. I was an outsider, I never knew what happened to cause such chaos.'

'Do you think these details could help piece the story together?' asked the detective.

'I'm not sure. But I'll tell you what I know…'