“Umm...well...what exactly do you want to know?”
“Whatever information you can give us would be helpful. Anything you know about her or any interactions you had with her.”
“Well, I guess...everyone thought she was happy. She was always smiling. She had her oddities though...I remember catching her on the roof once. Just standing near the ledge, in some sort of trance. She was wearing just her slip, I think. I remember thinking that she must be really cold, ‘specially since the wind was blowing hard that day. Well, I called out her name but she didn’t answer. Just stood there. And the second time I called out, she kinda flinched but she continued to stand there.
So, I went over to make sure everything was okay. She was holding one of those plastic babies. It was pretty freaky, lemme tell you. Those eyes on the baby wide open and looking straight at me. That’s exactly how she was too: eyes wide open, staring straight ahead. I asked her if she was okay and when she nodded, I left. I was getting a weird vibe standing there next to her anyway. But I mean, that’s really nothing. This city makes everyone go a little loco, you know? She probably just liked the cool air up there.
I never even knew she had a kid. I remember her moving in...I asked if she needed any help. There was no kid anywhere. There were never any baby cries or screaming or anything like that. Actually, it was almost eerie how quiet she was, but then we all figured she just wanted to keep things to herself. Some people are like that, you know? Very big on privacy, ‘specially here in the city. But she was always friendly, always smiled at me when we passed each other in the hall. Such a sweet smile...she doesn’t look old enough to even have a kid.”
“Well, sir, she did. The doctors are doing an autopsy as we speak.”
“But...good God! Just seems impossible. Her hands...they were so delicate...she was so small. How could she have possibly...?”
“We’re looking into that, sir.”
“Can I...can I see her?”
“I’m sorry, we can’t do that.”
“Well...I don’t think she did it. I really don’t.”
“We have little need for your opinion, sir. I realize this is tough to swallow, but all clues point to her.”
“Is there nothing I can do to save her?”
“Why are you so intent on saving her?”
“Because she didn't do it! She couldn't have...she was it--the only pure one left. If I can save her...maybe I can save myself too."
