The police constable set
up the video camera on a tripod. “It's my hobby,” he explained.
“Colin takes all the
team photos and videos,” added Michael.
It all seemed rather
intimate and personal to Luigi. He had imagined some anonymous
windowless room, like they showed on TV, with hostile sneering
policemen. This homely police station with its single low-ranking
policeman and its worn furniture and desk hardly gave the impression
of cutting-edge detection.
Colin smiled at Cody.
“Let's begin.” He turned on the video camera, tested the view
and the sound and set it to record.
“Senior constable Colin
de Graves at Macedon Police station, Thursday ____________. Please,
Cody, could you give me your full name and address.”
Luigi looked Colin in
surprise. This was a grand name. The de Graves family was very
prominent in the state. Why was a young de Graves a mere constable
in a small country town when he could be someone and something
important and glamorous in the city? A lawyer? A politician in
training?
In a monotone, Cody
answered, not looking at either the camera or Colin.
“Can you tell me what
happened?” His voice was calm and kind and without judgement.
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