As we drove back to the station with the daughter in the back, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. They were our main suspects in the investigation, but their behavior didn't match what I would expect from grieving family members. Sure, they looked sad and shaken up, but there was something else there too, a kind of detachment that didn't quite add up.
Maybe they were in shock, I thought, or maybe they were just trying to hold it together for the sake of their loved one's memory. But as we talked to them more and more, I couldn't help but feel like there was something they weren't telling us.
As we pulled into the station, I knew that we had a long road ahead of us. The case was far from solved, and the more we learned, the more complicated it became. But one thing was for sure: we weren't going to give up until we found out what really happened to Richard Green, and who was responsible for his untimely death.
During the daughter's interrogation, I asked her where she was on the night of the murder.
"I was at the library," she said, her voice shaking. "I had a final exam the next day, so I went to study."
"What time did you get there?" I asked.
"Around 7 pm," she said. "I stayed until it closed at midnight."
"Did anyone see you there?" I asked.
"The librarian," she said. "I checked out some books, and she
helped me find some reference materials."
"Can she verify that you were there the whole time?" I asked.
"I don't know," the daughter said, looking down at her hands. "I didn't really talk to her much. I was focused on studying."
I made a note in my notebook. "Did you see anyone you knew at the library?" I asked.
"No," she said. "I was alone the whole time."
"Did you notice anything unusual while you were there?"
"No," she said. "It was pretty quiet."
"Okay," I said, making a note in my notebook. "One last question. Do you know anything about a note that your father left behind? It was addressed to someone named 'Jenny'."
The daughter's eyes widened in surprise. "No, I don't know anyone named Jenny. What did the note say?"
"I'm sorry, I can't reveal that information at this time," I said. "Thank you for your time, Miss Green. We'll be in touch if we have any further questions."
I leaned back in my chair, studying her. She seemed nervous, but I couldn't tell if it was because she was lying or because she was scared.
As she left the room, I couldn't help but wonder if she was telling the truth. We would have to verify her alibi and check the library's security footage to be sure. But for now, we had nothing concrete to tie her to the crime.
After the daughter's interrogation, I met with the other detectives in a conference room to compare notes.
"Okay, what did she say?" Detective Rodriguez asked as I took a seat at the table.
"She says she was at the library," I said, opening my notebook. "Between 7 pm and midnight. She was studying for a final exam."
"Did she have anyone with her who can verify that?" Detective Rodriguez asked.
"No, she was alone," I said. "But the librarian remembers seeing her there."
"Did she say anything else?" Detective Rodriguez asked.
"Not really," I said, flipping through my notes. "She seemed
pretty shaken up. And she denied knowing anything about
the note."
"What note?" Detective Rodriguez asked.
I filled them in on the details of the note that was found in the victim's pocket. "It was addressed to someone named Jenny'," I said. "But we don't know who that is yet."
"Interesting," Detective Rodriguez said, rubbing his chin. "Well, we'll have to follow up on that. And we should check the library's security footage to see if she's telling the truth."
"Agreed," I said, nodding. "And we need to find out who this 'Jenny' is. It could be a key piece of evidence."
We spent the next few hours poring over the evidence and brainstorming theories. By the time I left the station, it was well past midnight. But I knew we were making progress. And I was determined to solve this case, no matter what it took.