Girl that speaks no words

“You know, I don’t mind if you don’t say anything. It’s not like we’re short of evidence.

I mean, we’ve got DNA, finger prints, the murder weapon, the victim's blood on your clothes, his blood on your hair. Jeez, we’ve even got CCTV of you stabbing him.

So you just sit there, saying nothing. It don’t matter to me. My pay check’ll be the same if I’m kept busy writing down your statement or just sitting here watching you stare into space.

It’s too late to worry about incriminating yourself is what I’m saying. You should have worn gloves, and a mask. And not stayed there waiting for the police to show up.

Of course, if there’s anything you wanted to say in your defence...

You know, say if there was a reason for it. I mean, your own stepdad.

You should get a lawyer. You sure you don’t want a lawyer? He could, you know, make a case and all that. If you had a good reason for killing him, say.

Incidentally, I’ve just got the medical report, you know from the doctor that saw you. She says you’ve had some really rough treatment. You know, ‘down there’. 

So like I say, if there was a reason you might be better saying something.

Or get a lawyer.

Or a coffee. I can get you a coffee?

No. I don’t blame you, the coffee here’s terrible. We all get take out from the Starbucks. I could get you one? Or a frapaccino? Or a Coke even?

I mean, premeditated, violent murder, you’re looking at a long sentence. In this state. Very long. No remission for being 18, not in this state. You won’t even get youth custody. 

I spoke to your sister. You know, standard procedure, ‘Do you know any reason your else sister would want to stab your step-dad? 23 times.’

She’s a lot like you. She didn’t say a word either. Must be in the DNA I guess.

As I say, it don’t matter to me if you speak. Either way I’ll get the conviction, another step towards promotion. Another killer nailed.

No, I don’t care. You just sit there, with empty eyes staring into nothing. It’s all the same to me.

It’s just the silence. It’s driving me mad. Someone needs to say something.’