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Chapter 3
August 27, 3:30 PM
Courthouse Cafeteria
"They say he poisoned himself," Detective Goodman explained to Mia as the two of them entered the crime scene. The police had already cleaned the place up, so there really wasn't much left to see. "They've found traces of potassium cyanide in his coffee mug. We're not exactly sure how he could have accessed it, but a few of his coworkers had mentioned this morning that Armando didn't quite seem like himself today. He always seemed so together…"
Mia shrugged. She was at a total loss for words. She almost wondered if dumping him like that after the fiasco with his family was such a good idea after all—even though the animals were a bit weird, and his relatives' sanity was questionable, there was no doubt that Diego was sensitive about it.
As the detective, like every other male member of the police force and every other organization in the city, proceeded to check Mia out during her moment of mental turmoil and grief, he couldn't help but notice a strange, white residue that hadn't quite washed out of her hair from the night before. "Did anything strange happen last night between the two of you…?"
"It must have been the talking backpack," Mia reasoned as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. "I bet that was it all along."
Detective Goodman thought it would be best to bring her in for questioning after that…
The End
*Mucho apologies for shortness and anticlimacticness. I thoroughly blame finals week.