Interogation Round Two

The officer moved back to sit in front of her before slamming his hand down on the desk. Hayley had had her arms folded, her head nestled in the middle hoping that shecould catch a few moments sleep. She lifted her head, her eyes squinted as she tried to control the urge to slap the smug grin of his ugly face.

The new officer was a balding man, with a rather large beer belly swinging over the plain black belt that kept up his grey trousers. The yellow tie had remnants of his late night snack on it and it clashed dreadfully with the yellow shirt he wore. She just lowered her head again.

"Don't ignore me, Miss Oakwell."
"Ask me another question then. Don't just try and wake me." She sat up. "A person my age needs approximately nine hours sleep and i'd say you've eaten into a lot of it." She spat.
"Why did you murder them?"
"Because I hate them."

The officer looked at her, his lips curling into a smile.

"Is this you admitting you did it?"
"No. It's me admitting I hate them."
"They're your best friends, right? So why do you hate them?"
"They're annoying. They all think they're better than each one of us. Take Carrie for instance, she holds her nose up at anything. And as for her phobia of insects... Hello, they're going to be everywhere. Get over it."
"So you just hang out with them to look popular?"
"I hang out with them so I have a group to call my own."
"You don't anymore because you killed most of it."
"You think I killed most of them, officer." She smiled gently. "But you'll be soon shook from that belief."

The officer had been about to ask her what he meant when there was a knock on the door and in walked an officer. His face flustered. "Sir, there's been another murder." The officer looked over at Hayley, who just smiled back at him.

"Oh and your key suspect is locked up in your cell." She laughed happily. "If you'd have listened to me, you'd have realised you was wasting your time on me..." She said pouting sadly before standing up. "The press will have a field day."
"What do you know of this?" The officer thundered slamming his fists down on the table.

Hayley turned to look at him, her arms folded over her chest. In this light, she looked gorgeous. She looked evil.

"That I didn't do it!" She said before laughing again as she moved to stand by the mirror. "Your main suspect didn't do it!"