After Liz told her observations to Steve, he investigated and found out 1)
sure enough Liz was right, 2) the more he talked to the concert-master, the
less he liked him, and 3) the more the talked to the concert-master, the
more he thought he was guilty.
"So, you didn't know the pianist?" Steve asked, annoyed, for the third time.
"No, I did not. I knew who he was, but I didn't know him personally," Pactrick Starz said, anger bubbling up inside of him. A knock on the door prevented further questioning at that time. Steve answered the door of the interrogation room to find his father looking a little concerned.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" Steve asked.
"Can I talk to you a minute?" Mark asked.
"Yeah," said Steve. He led his dad to an empty interrogation room. Mark sat down as Steve closed the door.
"I did some research on the internet," Mark said, producing some papers from his jacket pocket.
"'Rodrigus and Starz announce split.' Hmmm... Thanks dad," Steve said as he went to the door, but he saw the parental worry on his dad's face.
"Something wrong?" Steve asked.
"No-yes." Mark sighed. "I didn't know. The more I watch Liz, the more I'm worried," he finally admitted.
"I'm sure it's nothing, but what do you have in mind?" Steve asked, sitting down at the table across from his dad.
"She's hiding something. She's always wearing pants and long sleeves, even though it is 90 degrees outside. And this afternoon, she was outside on the deck with her sleeves pushed up, but as soon as I cam outside, she pulled them down very quickly. There is something, on her arms especially, she doesn't want anyone to see," Mark said.
"Drug abuse?" Steve asked.
"I don't think so. I haven't seen any symptoms or evidence of that." Mark sighed as he pulled out some more papers from his jacket pocket and silently handed them to Steve.
"'Self-mutilation. Also know as self-abuse, self-inflicted injury, but self-injury is the most, widely used and most popular term,'" Steve read out loud. "You don't think-"
"Skip on down to the signs," Mark said. "'Cuts or scars on arms and legs, Hiding cuts or scars by wearing long sleeved shirts or pants, even in hot weather, Making poor excuses about how the injuries happened," Steve read on for a few minutes and sighed. "It's Liz all right. So what's going to be done?" he asked.
"So, you didn't know the pianist?" Steve asked, annoyed, for the third time.
"No, I did not. I knew who he was, but I didn't know him personally," Pactrick Starz said, anger bubbling up inside of him. A knock on the door prevented further questioning at that time. Steve answered the door of the interrogation room to find his father looking a little concerned.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" Steve asked.
"Can I talk to you a minute?" Mark asked.
"Yeah," said Steve. He led his dad to an empty interrogation room. Mark sat down as Steve closed the door.
"I did some research on the internet," Mark said, producing some papers from his jacket pocket.
"'Rodrigus and Starz announce split.' Hmmm... Thanks dad," Steve said as he went to the door, but he saw the parental worry on his dad's face.
"Something wrong?" Steve asked.
"No-yes." Mark sighed. "I didn't know. The more I watch Liz, the more I'm worried," he finally admitted.
"I'm sure it's nothing, but what do you have in mind?" Steve asked, sitting down at the table across from his dad.
"She's hiding something. She's always wearing pants and long sleeves, even though it is 90 degrees outside. And this afternoon, she was outside on the deck with her sleeves pushed up, but as soon as I cam outside, she pulled them down very quickly. There is something, on her arms especially, she doesn't want anyone to see," Mark said.
"Drug abuse?" Steve asked.
"I don't think so. I haven't seen any symptoms or evidence of that." Mark sighed as he pulled out some more papers from his jacket pocket and silently handed them to Steve.
"'Self-mutilation. Also know as self-abuse, self-inflicted injury, but self-injury is the most, widely used and most popular term,'" Steve read out loud. "You don't think-"
"Skip on down to the signs," Mark said. "'Cuts or scars on arms and legs, Hiding cuts or scars by wearing long sleeved shirts or pants, even in hot weather, Making poor excuses about how the injuries happened," Steve read on for a few minutes and sighed. "It's Liz all right. So what's going to be done?" he asked.