Considering that John liberta and this young man from room 201 – which was Victor – were the biggest suspect at that time, police officers decided to interrogate them one by one to make sure they don’t miss any single thing, not like how they did it before to the visitors and other residents. The chief of police then inform the receptionist, Ms. Gardeer, to send for the resident of room 201 to the main lobby.
The main lobby had been way more spacious than before since the visitors had went home and most residents were in their own room, so they decided to hold the interrogation there by the lobby. The chief and one other officer were there sitting on the couch. The officer seemed to be the one who will write down the notes. However, other officers were circling around the couch. Not too close, b
In less than three minutes later, the person who was asked by the chief to send for Mr. Liberta descended back to the lobby by herself, quickly approaching the officers who did not seem to realize her presence, “Officers, Mr. Liberta said he will be here real quick.” The chief nodded and with that Ms. Gardeer as well went back to her receptionist desk. The chief was still pretty busy discussing with the officers of his team whether who to suspect. It had been almost half a day for them and yet they had not found anything worth more suspects even though the case was not seem to be too complicated. The chief got his back to the couch finding a more relaxing position, inhaling the cigar he had as it could help him to think more clearly. He thought to himself that this might not be the first time for the
The very next morning after John Liberta was arrested around six hours ago, Victor had woke up and was packing up his stuff to fly back to New York. He actually had went outside before and there he met Ms. Gardeer who was heading outside; going home perhaps, by the lobby. He recognized her since she was the one who sent for him for the interrogation last night. He approached her there and asked for an update about the murder. Therefore Ms. Gardeer informed that last night a resident from the third floor was arrested, although she did not know for sure or still just suspected. He smiled a little bit there hearing Ms. Gardeer’s explanation and went back to his room. He thought now he is free to went back to New York now the police won’t need his witness any longer. Victor finished packing up his stuff h
“Feeling all good, Mr. Hillston?” Dr. Gulf immediately asked Tommy who sits in front of him as soon as he took his seat. “Everything is under control.” “So, anything I can help?” Tommy turned his head toward his son, asking Victor to explain the intention, either perhaps he could not find a way to explain that in words, or he simply was just lazy to talk to much, and so Victor who understands it explained to Dr. Gulf. “I am going back to New York,
Narragansett, Rhode Island had always been the same since always. People making crowds at the beach. Some plays while some lays. The crowds wasn’t only at the beach but as well at the place nearby. Tourists, mostly locals, came for the beach mainly, and for so the restaurants, motels, and gift shops nearby are full of people especially at this time of the week. Friday. The week almost ended so people managed to take some rest from works they did or mostly forced to do during weekdays. Well, some still works at weekends but just generalize it this time cause it was the fact of what was happening here. The crowds didn’t last for so long since there are basically nothing to visit at night, the crowds especially the ones at the shore were decreasing while the ones at the pub were increasing. People, not to mention it was dominated by the motorists, were spending their time at the pub. They could take so long there even some
Friday, January 12th 1996 – An exact one month before Cecilia’s death.A middle-aged vigorous looking man hurriedly, looked more like in panic, grabbed his black briefcase from on the table in his room where he always put it every single day at the bakery shop he owned. Victor Hillston. It was only 10 in the morning. His bakery shop had not even swarmed by hungry New Yorkers nearby – or not nearby – at lunch time as how it always is since its grand opening last year three weeks before Christmas. He put on his brown coat with no care letting some of its tip folded and showed some wrinkle on its back. He quickly left the shop without even minding to tell his two workers there who were left in confuse not knowing what was happening. With his broad shoulder he pushed the door open and left it opened while he ran to the west where he came from every morning, to his house, and took a few seconds while on his run taking out his phone which was pretty rare for someon
Sunday, January 14th 1996 A guy fell asleep since last night on a couch in an old house while an older man who is his father slept on his room as usual, since this is his house. It was 4 a.m. before the sun even rose, Victor Hillston woke up, still laying on the couch he fell asleep on, didn’t feel spirited even a bit for today. It has been two days since her mother death. He still couldn’t even stop thinking of his beloved mother, Rose Hillston. Even the sleep that was mentioned before actually could not be said as sleep as how it seemed to because all Victor did was just closing his eyes for a long time, as how sleeping people would. Perhaps the same thing happened to his father inside the bedroom. Now there were no one except himself, what happened with him for two nights after his
One week before Cecilia’s death – New York. New Yorkers seemed normal, though they always were, including Victor who sat on a chair in his bakery shop with both of his workers there, by his side, having light chit chat since no customers were there at such time. It was 8 at night. Actually a great time to have some bakeries, wasn’t it? But guess what, some fancy stuffs like lasagna attracted public’s attention more, which was shown in obvious that the restaurant beside them was full, filled with people and their hunger. Nevertheless, it was normal for Victor. It happened all the time, and he’s a good friend with the lasagna restaurant’s owner so … there is no reason can be said plausibly to pick a fight or to envy. Their light conversation filled the bakery shop to the point where Victor finally
People surely were healing themselves from burning out due to weekdays. Or perhaps, is there something new that's interesting enough to bring a fully seated airplane of New Yorkers here, to Rhode Island, while almost everything were exist in New York? It surely was the reason for these two vigorous-looking men who were bringing their suitcase out of the airport there, being greeted by the sun which was already on its way back home. The sky at Saturday evening was covered by orange, showing a breathtaking beautiful scenery. If only it was on the beach, people here surely will take their time to enjoy the view, at least for a minute. Victor and Tommy, with their suitcase by their side each, were waiting by the road there waiting for the cab they ordered just a slight minute ago right after they got the suitcase. Victor still with his outfit he decided t
“Feeling all good, Mr. Hillston?” Dr. Gulf immediately asked Tommy who sits in front of him as soon as he took his seat. “Everything is under control.” “So, anything I can help?” Tommy turned his head toward his son, asking Victor to explain the intention, either perhaps he could not find a way to explain that in words, or he simply was just lazy to talk to much, and so Victor who understands it explained to Dr. Gulf. “I am going back to New York,
The very next morning after John Liberta was arrested around six hours ago, Victor had woke up and was packing up his stuff to fly back to New York. He actually had went outside before and there he met Ms. Gardeer who was heading outside; going home perhaps, by the lobby. He recognized her since she was the one who sent for him for the interrogation last night. He approached her there and asked for an update about the murder. Therefore Ms. Gardeer informed that last night a resident from the third floor was arrested, although she did not know for sure or still just suspected. He smiled a little bit there hearing Ms. Gardeer’s explanation and went back to his room. He thought now he is free to went back to New York now the police won’t need his witness any longer. Victor finished packing up his stuff h
In less than three minutes later, the person who was asked by the chief to send for Mr. Liberta descended back to the lobby by herself, quickly approaching the officers who did not seem to realize her presence, “Officers, Mr. Liberta said he will be here real quick.” The chief nodded and with that Ms. Gardeer as well went back to her receptionist desk. The chief was still pretty busy discussing with the officers of his team whether who to suspect. It had been almost half a day for them and yet they had not found anything worth more suspects even though the case was not seem to be too complicated. The chief got his back to the couch finding a more relaxing position, inhaling the cigar he had as it could help him to think more clearly. He thought to himself that this might not be the first time for the
Considering that John liberta and this young man from room 201 – which was Victor – were the biggest suspect at that time, police officers decided to interrogate them one by one to make sure they don’t miss any single thing, not like how they did it before to the visitors and other residents. The chief of police then inform the receptionist, Ms. Gardeer, to send for the resident of room 201 to the main lobby. The main lobby had been way more spacious than before since the visitors had went home and most residents were in their own room, so they decided to hold the interrogation there by the lobby. The chief and one other officer were there sitting on the couch. The officer seemed to be the one who will write down the notes. However, other officers were circling around the couch. Not too close, b
It was just three hours away from Sunday when the police officers finally continued their interrogation, now towards the residents in the apartments. However, being such late in weekend, not all residents were there at that time. Considering that the murder was happened not more than 2 days ago – which is true – the chief of police decided to just continue the interrogation. If later on it was still unsolvable, a following interrogation with the rest of residents will be held. The interrogation with the residents turned out to be a lot quicker than the previous due to most of them had a strong alibi and showing no suspicious acts. It was like that until Mr. Maximus’ turn to be interrogated. Despite not being someone who lives in the apartment, Mr. Maximus was still overwhelmed and could not be i
The sun was almost set when the police officers started the interrogation session, first towards the visitors at the lobby. The police chief concluded that it had not been twenty four hours since the murder happened and so the visitors might be the suspect. There are five of them in total, the first three officers including the chief, and another two that joined them after, once they wanted to start the interrogation. There were more than twenty visitors there, and some were the family of the residents. No one could pass the front door and leave before being interrogated so they should be interrogated. Each officer interrogated one person at each time, asking some general question and even some more detailed questions towards some of them that answered it ambiguously.&n
“T- that… the r…room. Ms. Fidget. She, she… she WAS MURDERED!” “Oh …” the girl put her one hand on her chest, just as how Mr. Maximus did before, acting as she was disappointed with Mr. Maximus. ‘The joke is not even funny!’ she thought to herself before continuing her act, not taking this seriously, “Mr. Skew would be mad if he knew you are accusing our beloved apartment as a crime scene, Sir.” However, Mr. Maximus just trembled even more. He was nearly collapsed, he even had to support himself with his both hands on the desk. Tears staring to burst out of his eyes. ‘This is not funny!’ the girl thought. So she got up
Saturday, 10th of February, 1996 – Narragansett, Rhode Island The day was sunny, indescribable pretty I can say if the readers somehow wonder the details of it. It was 10 a.m. in the morning but the sun had already risen almost completely, radiating its light and heat on the famous beach of Narragansett which was full of people, enjoying the beautiful weekend there. Even some were making a field by lining the sand to play beach volleyball there. Far, far away in the distance from the pub, can also be seen crowd, swimming in the safe area of the sea, still near the beach where it’s considered as safe since it didn’t pass the border. And here it is, the pub, Shore Side Pub, gradually got more and more regulars to come. Conversations and murmurs were filling the pub, not to ment
The exact night Cecilia Fidget died. Victor finally arrived at the apartment and gladly Dr. Gulf had prepaid the fare so he didn’t pay for it and he just left the cab. His head was aching at best and he could not see clear. Everything was blurry and spinning to him. He slowly got inside the apartment supporting his whole body with his hand on the wall so that he didn’t fall down. Thankfully that the receptionists recognize him so they just let him passed to the direction of his room. He staggered a little bit on the aisle until he finally reached room 201 and opened it immediately. Tommy was still there, reading newspaper, just shook his head noticing his son was drunk because of that news so he just let his son be. Victor didn’t feel like to greet his father as well, he just went strai