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Police vans were parked outside ‘The Dahlia Dancers’, and inside different kinds of investigators were walking around, taking prints and pictures.
In the corner stood Rob, talking to a police officer, whose name was David Patterson
“It’s my fault” Rob mumbled, more to himself than the police officer.
“What was?” Patterson asked.
“I should’ve known better” Rob let out a laugh, as if this was all one big joke. “I should’ve known she wasn’t ready”
“Who wasn’t ready?” Patterson encouraged him.
“Deb” Rob replied, looking up. “She just got released from an institution for youth criminals. Her foster parents had put her there, because she had been involved in a case of extreme violence…She made a boy blind”
“What was your relationship with this girl?” Patterson asked.
“We, eh, we started dating today, actually” Rob answered truthfully. “We met in the institution, where I used to work as a therapist. But, eh, Deb can be quite seductive, and so I resigned. It was the right thing to do”
“And when she left the institution, you figured there was nothing stopping you now, right?” Patterson guessed.
“Exactly” Rob nodded. “I picked her up, took her to lunch and dinner, bought her new stuff” He waved around. “I even got her a job as a waitress”
“A waitress?” Patterson raised an eyebrow. “Then what would she be doing in that room?”
Rob sighed. “I shouldn’t say this, you know” he said, after a brief pause. “Deb told me this in full confidentiality, but…if it helps your investigation, I’m obliged to tell you”
Patterson nodded only.
“When Deb was younger, she was raped” Rob said. “Perhaps she sees these customers as rapists, and maybe she feels that she has to protect the women working here”
“Do you know where we can find this Deb?” Patterson asked.
“She left earlier” Rob said, truthfully. “I didn’t understand why, at first, but,” he let out a humorless laugh. “now I do”
“Do you have a picture of her?” Patterson asked. “And perhaps an address?”
“I’m afraid I don’t have a picture of her” Rob confessed. “As for an address, she doesn’t have one. She does, however, have a car, so I can give you the license number”
Patterson wrote it down, and then looked up. “That’ll be all for now” he said. “If you, somehow, get in contact with Deb, you know how to reach us”
“I do” Rob replied. “Oh, and…if you find Deb, please be careful with her”
“We’re always careful with suspects of homicide, sir” Patterson assured Rob.
“That’s not what I meant” Rob shook his head. “Deb is really delicate. She’s been through a lot. You need to handle her with care”
“I’ll think about it” Patterson replied cynical.
Police vans were parked outside ‘The Dahlia Dancers’, and inside different kinds of investigators were walking around, taking prints and pictures.
In the corner stood Rob, talking to a police officer, whose name was David Patterson
“It’s my fault” Rob mumbled, more to himself than the police officer.
“What was?” Patterson asked.
“I should’ve known better” Rob let out a laugh, as if this was all one big joke. “I should’ve known she wasn’t ready”
“Who wasn’t ready?” Patterson encouraged him.
“Deb” Rob replied, looking up. “She just got released from an institution for youth criminals. Her foster parents had put her there, because she had been involved in a case of extreme violence…She made a boy blind”
“What was your relationship with this girl?” Patterson asked.
“We, eh, we started dating today, actually” Rob answered truthfully. “We met in the institution, where I used to work as a therapist. But, eh, Deb can be quite seductive, and so I resigned. It was the right thing to do”
“And when she left the institution, you figured there was nothing stopping you now, right?” Patterson guessed.
“Exactly” Rob nodded. “I picked her up, took her to lunch and dinner, bought her new stuff” He waved around. “I even got her a job as a waitress”
“A waitress?” Patterson raised an eyebrow. “Then what would she be doing in that room?”
Rob sighed. “I shouldn’t say this, you know” he said, after a brief pause. “Deb told me this in full confidentiality, but…if it helps your investigation, I’m obliged to tell you”
Patterson nodded only.
“When Deb was younger, she was raped” Rob said. “Perhaps she sees these customers as rapists, and maybe she feels that she has to protect the women working here”
“Do you know where we can find this Deb?” Patterson asked.
“She left earlier” Rob said, truthfully. “I didn’t understand why, at first, but,” he let out a humorless laugh. “now I do”
“Do you have a picture of her?” Patterson asked. “And perhaps an address?”
“I’m afraid I don’t have a picture of her” Rob confessed. “As for an address, she doesn’t have one. She does, however, have a car, so I can give you the license number”
Patterson wrote it down, and then looked up. “That’ll be all for now” he said. “If you, somehow, get in contact with Deb, you know how to reach us”
“I do” Rob replied. “Oh, and…if you find Deb, please be careful with her”
“We’re always careful with suspects of homicide, sir” Patterson assured Rob.
“That’s not what I meant” Rob shook his head. “Deb is really delicate. She’s been through a lot. You need to handle her with care”
“I’ll think about it” Patterson replied cynical.