Lemon.
Officer Von's office smelled faintly of lemon.
Szeina noticed the small air freshener attached to the air-conditioning of the meager office.
Stacks of folders with several sets of papers coming out of it were piled on top of his wooden desk.
Medals and certificates lined his walls while a lone photo frame stood beside his work computer.
It was facing the officer and Szeina couldn't make out who was in the photo or if it was even a picture of any human.
For all she could guess, it can be a photograph of his pet.
"Miss Clementine," Officer Von's deep voice addressed her after he was done talking to someone over the phone. He sat in his swivel chair.
He didn't offer a smile her way. His expression remained stoic, devoid of any emotion.
"Forgive me, Officer Von, I really can't help you with anything. I can't remember much from what happened."
Szeina stated, beating the Officer from asking his question.
