Blood Chapter 3
Hadji stood surrounded by police officers, who hounded him with questions. Questions he didn't have the answers to. 'Do you have any idea what this guy looked like? Can you give us a description?' He didn't know, he hadn't checked the surveillance tapes yet.
He struggled to answer the questions as best as he could. One of the officers questioning him noticed how hard he was struggling to control his emotions. She asked calmly and gently, in a voice that silenced the other officers. "What was your relationship with Miss Bannon?" She placed a hand on Hadji's shoulder.
"She was my best friend, I loved her as if she was my sister." He choked back a sob and felt tears rolling down his face.
"Let's leave him alone," said the policewoman. The other officers quickly agreed.
Left alone, it suddenly hit him; he'd have to be the one to tell Race and Estella that their only child was dead. He'd be the one to tell Jonny that his girlfriend was dead. *Why me?* He thought to himself. *It is not fair! Who would do such a thing as this to a girl like Jessie?* His gaze wandered over the vast number of reporters, who were talking into microphones and cameras. *I hope Race or any of the others aren't watching TV or listening to the radio.* He prayed. *Oh why her? Why could it not have been me?*
He walked to the edge of the compound and sat on an old tree stump by the main entrance. He would wait there for the others to arrive.
Hadji stood surrounded by police officers, who hounded him with questions. Questions he didn't have the answers to. 'Do you have any idea what this guy looked like? Can you give us a description?' He didn't know, he hadn't checked the surveillance tapes yet.
He struggled to answer the questions as best as he could. One of the officers questioning him noticed how hard he was struggling to control his emotions. She asked calmly and gently, in a voice that silenced the other officers. "What was your relationship with Miss Bannon?" She placed a hand on Hadji's shoulder.
"She was my best friend, I loved her as if she was my sister." He choked back a sob and felt tears rolling down his face.
"Let's leave him alone," said the policewoman. The other officers quickly agreed.
Left alone, it suddenly hit him; he'd have to be the one to tell Race and Estella that their only child was dead. He'd be the one to tell Jonny that his girlfriend was dead. *Why me?* He thought to himself. *It is not fair! Who would do such a thing as this to a girl like Jessie?* His gaze wandered over the vast number of reporters, who were talking into microphones and cameras. *I hope Race or any of the others aren't watching TV or listening to the radio.* He prayed. *Oh why her? Why could it not have been me?*
He walked to the edge of the compound and sat on an old tree stump by the main entrance. He would wait there for the others to arrive.