"What's you're name?" Detective Clay asked the young girl sitting in front of him.
She was pale and still covered in blood from the boy.

"My name is Kathy Motly." She said in a ragged voice. She stared at her hands in her lap as she spoke.

"Can you tell me how old you are Kathy?"

"Why? Does it really matter, Detective? Do you really care? Or do you only need to know so you know if I'm old enough to go to prison, or if you would have to send me to a juvenile facility?" She sighed. "Well, I'm not too young for the death penalty, but I'm too young to be sent to prison." She chuckled with the same ragged tone.

"If you're too young for prison, you're too young for the death penalty, Kathy." He corrected her.

"Nope. You're wrong. I could easily have the death penalty. I would have to force it onto myself. You know, outside of court." She still made no sign of looking at him.

"What do you mean?"

"In other words," She met his gaze. "I could easily commit suicide; it would be MY death penalty. So you see, no one is too young for the death penalty. If they feel they need it, or what they did was too much to take."

Detective Clay's eyes widened in terror.

"What's wrong Detective? Have I frightened you?" She sighed deeply. "I know, a girl as young as me talking about suicide, it scares most people, but after all the things I have been through, I do think about it time to time." She said in a solid voice now. "Oh don't give me that look...you would too...wouldn't you, Detective?"

He shook his head. Suddenly, he was intrigued in what she had to say.

"Look i know what everyone in this station is thinking. You, the people watching behind that window; "she killed Eric Waltern", well I didn't. Eric was my partner; I loved him with all my heart and soul. I would never do anything to hurt him. I told him, i told him to stay put, to stay over in the corner behind the dumpster so the McLendin guys wouldn't see him. Until I needed him." It seemed now like she was talking to herself now.

"What happened in that alleyway Kathy? Who are the McLendin guys?"

"They're a bunch of guys who work for, Mike McLendin; he's a drug dealer in the city who is a very important person. Eric owed him some money see, 50 grand in fact. He didn't have it, and McLendin sent some guys to kill him. I heard about the hit before it happened and told Eric to hide behind the dumpster. I would fight the guys off a bit then he would come behind them and shoot them." She sighed and looked away." Then, things turned bad. I was loosing and Eric came running out, blowing his cover, and tried to help. One of the guys took the gun from Eric and shot him in the chest. They knocked me out and when I woke up, they were leaving. I saw Eric on the ground and tried to help him. I tried to stop the bleeding, but then, he, he died." Tears ran down her cheeks again.

"I was too late. HE DIED!" She stood up and kicked the chair over.

"That's all we needed to hear." Detective Clay stood up and left the room, leaving Kathy to cry alone in the corner of the dark and cold questioning room.

"YOU PEOPLE DON'T EVEN CARE! ASS HOLE! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!" she screamed as she slammed her fist into the wall next to her. Her knuckles cut on the cement.