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3:45 pm MCS Interrogation Room 2 Mrs. Ortiz nervously shifted in the metal chair, bumping the table in the process. Then checked her watch, and started fixing her wavy brown hair. The opening of the door made her look up. Goren propped the door, allowing Eames to enter first.
Eames took the chair on the other side of the table whereas Goren decided against sitting and stood, leaning, slightly stooped in the dark left corner. When Eames pulled out the chair to sit, the legs scratched against the cement floor, causing Mrs. Ortiz to jump. Eames smiled warmly and sat down.
Mrs. Ortiz is the first to initiated conversation; "Must he stand over there? I can barley see him. And why am I here?"
Eames knew why Goren liked the corner. He liked the fact he could see every move, gesture and expression they had. All by looking into the mirror; without ever having to look at them directly in the face. It's a proven fact, no one likes to be told they're evil.
"Oh, Detective Goren? Don't mind him. He's harmless. Can we get you something to drink?" replies Eames in a friendly tone.
"No thanks. I would feel MUCH better if he would just sit down at the table." Responds Mrs. Ortiz.
Eames knew he wasn't going to budge but asks on behalf of Mrs. Ortiz; "Goren." Goren waves his hand and motions it's not pertinent and to continue.
"Mrs. Ortiz, you said, you'd never met Ellie, do you still stand that by." Asks Eames.
"I already told - call me Pamela, and no I have never met her. It was fate that she showed up today."
"Fate? You're catholic. Aren't you?" asks Goren from behind.
"Yes. Why? How did you know?" questions Pamela confused by Goren's line of questioning.
"The crucifix you're wearing.never mind. Isn't that at least 5 hail Mary's for lying?, Pamela? Think carefully." Warns Goren.
"I think so..But I haven't lied to you! And, I don't have to explain myself to you! You're not God!"
Eames opens a manila folder and pulls out a sheet with a highlighted portion on it. Passing it to Pamela, she pointedly asks; "Pamela, is this your handwriting?"
Glancing at it, she nods her head, yes.
"Please read the highlighted portion."
Pamela scans the paper and begins reading it to herself.
"Out loud, please. So my partner can hear it." Blurts Eames.
Reading it out loud, Pamela begins; "Joey needs to be placed in a remedial reading class, in order to be promoted to the sixth grade...Mrs. Pamela Ortiz suggested he spend time at the library..where he will be able to receive help and make a new connection."
"Pamela, you can now see why we're confused about you not knowing Ellie." Comments Eames.
"I've never met her until today when she came by." Relents Pamela.
Deakins watches from the other side of the glass and knocks on the glass. Signaling time's up.
"Thank you Pamela for your time. We'll be in touch." Say Eames.
Getting up, Mrs. Ortiz turns around to face Goren and angrily spits; "How dare you, try to manipulate my faith to get what you want out of me."
"Mrs. Ortiz. You don't have to answer to us - today. But you still have to answer to him." Pointing towards the sky, replies Goren.
Deakins stopping right in front of the door way comments; "Call it a day, Detectives. I spoke with Mrs. Hitchens, who has agreed to come in for question tomorrow morning.
The name 'Hitchens' resonated in Goren's head. Eames watched as Goren face went pale. This didn't go unnoticed by the Captian either. "Detective?"
"I'm fine. I'll see you tomorrow." He confidently replies as he brushes by Deakins on his way out.
Deakins stood there and looked to Eames for an explanation. Eames merely shrugs and walks out.
3:45 pm MCS Interrogation Room 2 Mrs. Ortiz nervously shifted in the metal chair, bumping the table in the process. Then checked her watch, and started fixing her wavy brown hair. The opening of the door made her look up. Goren propped the door, allowing Eames to enter first.
Eames took the chair on the other side of the table whereas Goren decided against sitting and stood, leaning, slightly stooped in the dark left corner. When Eames pulled out the chair to sit, the legs scratched against the cement floor, causing Mrs. Ortiz to jump. Eames smiled warmly and sat down.
Mrs. Ortiz is the first to initiated conversation; "Must he stand over there? I can barley see him. And why am I here?"
Eames knew why Goren liked the corner. He liked the fact he could see every move, gesture and expression they had. All by looking into the mirror; without ever having to look at them directly in the face. It's a proven fact, no one likes to be told they're evil.
"Oh, Detective Goren? Don't mind him. He's harmless. Can we get you something to drink?" replies Eames in a friendly tone.
"No thanks. I would feel MUCH better if he would just sit down at the table." Responds Mrs. Ortiz.
Eames knew he wasn't going to budge but asks on behalf of Mrs. Ortiz; "Goren." Goren waves his hand and motions it's not pertinent and to continue.
"Mrs. Ortiz, you said, you'd never met Ellie, do you still stand that by." Asks Eames.
"I already told - call me Pamela, and no I have never met her. It was fate that she showed up today."
"Fate? You're catholic. Aren't you?" asks Goren from behind.
"Yes. Why? How did you know?" questions Pamela confused by Goren's line of questioning.
"The crucifix you're wearing.never mind. Isn't that at least 5 hail Mary's for lying?, Pamela? Think carefully." Warns Goren.
"I think so..But I haven't lied to you! And, I don't have to explain myself to you! You're not God!"
Eames opens a manila folder and pulls out a sheet with a highlighted portion on it. Passing it to Pamela, she pointedly asks; "Pamela, is this your handwriting?"
Glancing at it, she nods her head, yes.
"Please read the highlighted portion."
Pamela scans the paper and begins reading it to herself.
"Out loud, please. So my partner can hear it." Blurts Eames.
Reading it out loud, Pamela begins; "Joey needs to be placed in a remedial reading class, in order to be promoted to the sixth grade...Mrs. Pamela Ortiz suggested he spend time at the library..where he will be able to receive help and make a new connection."
"Pamela, you can now see why we're confused about you not knowing Ellie." Comments Eames.
"I've never met her until today when she came by." Relents Pamela.
Deakins watches from the other side of the glass and knocks on the glass. Signaling time's up.
"Thank you Pamela for your time. We'll be in touch." Say Eames.
Getting up, Mrs. Ortiz turns around to face Goren and angrily spits; "How dare you, try to manipulate my faith to get what you want out of me."
"Mrs. Ortiz. You don't have to answer to us - today. But you still have to answer to him." Pointing towards the sky, replies Goren.
Deakins stopping right in front of the door way comments; "Call it a day, Detectives. I spoke with Mrs. Hitchens, who has agreed to come in for question tomorrow morning.
The name 'Hitchens' resonated in Goren's head. Eames watched as Goren face went pale. This didn't go unnoticed by the Captian either. "Detective?"
"I'm fine. I'll see you tomorrow." He confidently replies as he brushes by Deakins on his way out.
Deakins stood there and looked to Eames for an explanation. Eames merely shrugs and walks out.