Part 6
Ellen Ervine was reluctant to talk to us, but we caught her after a class let out, and she had no choice but to talk.
"Wow, you guys don't let up, do you?" she said.
"Ms. Ervine, you do realize that your sister has been murdered, don't you?" Eames asked.
"If that's what you're calling it, fine."
"Why didn't you come identify her body?"
"I had mid-terms." The inflection in her words made it seem she was sincere.
"Your grades were more important to you than your sister?" I had o ask, perhaps ltting out a little more personal tone than I should have.
Ellen looked at her watch and started walking. We followed her.
"Susan's dead. I, on the other hand, am still very much alive. It was either waste my time at the police station, identifying Susan, who I can no longer do anything for, Or study my ass off for my mid-terms."
Grades before family. How nice.
"Don't think of me as so terrible. It may not work for you, but Susan would have done the same to me."
I looked at Eames, skeptically. She took over questioning.
"Susan's boyfriend told us that you and her had a little argument a few months ago."
"She had a boyfriend? News to me."
"What was the argument about?"
"Why? You think I killed her over some family quarrell?"
"We're not sure who killed her."
"Are you sure she didn't do it herself?"
I looked at Eames, trying not to show my uneasiness with Ellen's comment.
"Would she be likely to kill herself?" She asked.
"I don't know. If she decided it wasn't worth it, again, she'd probably try it. Shit, class starts in 3 minutes."
"What do you mean 'again'?" I asked.
"Listen, Susan was my sister, that doens't mean I knew everything about her. We haven't even seen each other for three months, and we live in the same city!"
"Who would know Susan, then?"
Ellen thought for a moment.
"Her best friend from high school. Melinda Parks."
"Try being serious." I couldn't help but be a little annoyed.
"I was serious, hot shot." She got out a piece of paper and wrote a number on it. "Ask her your self."
End Part 6
Ellen Ervine was reluctant to talk to us, but we caught her after a class let out, and she had no choice but to talk.
"Wow, you guys don't let up, do you?" she said.
"Ms. Ervine, you do realize that your sister has been murdered, don't you?" Eames asked.
"If that's what you're calling it, fine."
"Why didn't you come identify her body?"
"I had mid-terms." The inflection in her words made it seem she was sincere.
"Your grades were more important to you than your sister?" I had o ask, perhaps ltting out a little more personal tone than I should have.
Ellen looked at her watch and started walking. We followed her.
"Susan's dead. I, on the other hand, am still very much alive. It was either waste my time at the police station, identifying Susan, who I can no longer do anything for, Or study my ass off for my mid-terms."
Grades before family. How nice.
"Don't think of me as so terrible. It may not work for you, but Susan would have done the same to me."
I looked at Eames, skeptically. She took over questioning.
"Susan's boyfriend told us that you and her had a little argument a few months ago."
"She had a boyfriend? News to me."
"What was the argument about?"
"Why? You think I killed her over some family quarrell?"
"We're not sure who killed her."
"Are you sure she didn't do it herself?"
I looked at Eames, trying not to show my uneasiness with Ellen's comment.
"Would she be likely to kill herself?" She asked.
"I don't know. If she decided it wasn't worth it, again, she'd probably try it. Shit, class starts in 3 minutes."
"What do you mean 'again'?" I asked.
"Listen, Susan was my sister, that doens't mean I knew everything about her. We haven't even seen each other for three months, and we live in the same city!"
"Who would know Susan, then?"
Ellen thought for a moment.
"Her best friend from high school. Melinda Parks."
"Try being serious." I couldn't help but be a little annoyed.
"I was serious, hot shot." She got out a piece of paper and wrote a number on it. "Ask her your self."
End Part 6