Chapter Twenty One: Investigations & Interrogations
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Song Playing: Pretty Girl
Theme 14: Chair
Mamori Anezaki sat in a small simple looking room. The only furniture present was the slightly uncomfortable chair she was currently sitting in and the table in front of her. She glanced at her watch and let out a small sigh, by the way things were going she was going to be late for practice. Taking in her surroundings she couldn't help but wonder what the police could possibly need her for.
That's right. The straight A, responsible, trustworthy manager of the Deimon football team was currently spending time that should have been dedicated to preparing for practice in an interrogation room at the police station. She was just about to pull out her cell phone so she could call Hiruma to warn him that she was going to be late when the door opened and in walked in the two police officers that had picked her up shortly after school had let out. The older looking cop gave her a smile. "Miss Anezaki, allow me to make a proper introduction. I'm Detective Yamamoto and this is my partner Detective Fujiwara."
His younger partner nodded from his position against the now closed door.
She shook the man's hand. "It's nice to meet you. What is it you want?"
"Straight to the point I see." The older man chuckled. "Well, we are currently in the middle of an investigation and are under the impression that you are acquainted with a Youichi Hiruma, who attends your school."
"I help manage the football team with him." The manager offered.
"We have reason to believe that he's involved heavily in an underground drug ring and would be grateful for any information you have."
The mature teenager studied him closely for a minute, as if trying to figure out if the man was serious or not, then broke out in a small fit of laughter. Drugs? They thought he was involved in drugs? Black mail? Defiantly. Harassment? Maybe. Illegal smuggling of firearms? Without a doubt. But drugs? Now that was just ridiculous. After a few minutes she had managed to calm down enough to answer the request. "I'm sorry but I think you have the wrong guy. Hiruma-kun is not involved in drugs, underground or other."
"Of course you'd defend him." The younger detective reasoned as he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You're biased by your friendship with this young man. But you have to understand that this is a police examination and hindering any evidence you may have is considered a crime."
Mamori looked up at the hovering adult. "No, Mr. Fujiwara. I'm defending Hiruma because he's not involved in this mess." Before either detective had a chance to respond the manager pushed her chair back and stood up, hefting her backpack over one shoulder. "I'm sorry I can't help you with you're case but I really have to get going. I'm late for practice and-" She paused for a moment as the familiar sounds of a certain quarterback's curses and footfall where heard. "My ride just arrived."
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