Manhattan,NewYork January 2009 "Hello NYPD..I don't know why I'm hea.. I had nothing to do with that shootin' but ask me whatever questions you feel will get you out of here fast enough to get your doughnuts and cawffee," Celia began. "We have suspicion that you may have been present before or during the incident. We are just trying to gather some more information-we're not pressing charges. We had a citizen videotape the crime scene and it showed you and your friend fleeing the area-" "I didn't wanna get killed,duh! That's why..The guy I knew obviously had some gang-related ties I knew nothin' about.You see,what's happenin'.I am bein' framed..misunderstood.Don't you see I'm a victim here?" Celia interrupted. "You wanna put me through a lie detector test? You think I've said one? So even if I was to be in a play,work of art or literature,I wouldn't be plausible,would I?" "There's no need for that with this situation. Thus far,there have been two arrests and one seriously injured currently in critical condition. We received diagnosis that he's making a steady recovery," the first officer said. "Ok good." "Please explain the circumstances before the incident.What all did you know of either the suspect or victim and how you feel things led to the outcome of the shooting," the second officer questioned. Celia straightened her hair and gazed at both glass windows positioned at the sides of the interrogation room. With the tape recorder playing,she knew there were possible detectives listening and taking note through their wiretaps to the information she was delivering. Oh,get me out of here. Her bubble necklace comfortably tucked under her black, crest shirt with ambiguous artwork imprinted on the front. Incidentally, a dark compass tattoo right below the end of her shirt was visible on her lower back merely inches from her hips. She crossed her legs and placed her arms horizontally onto the edge of the table, her designer sunglasses resting comfortably on her lap.Her black mesh pants halted right above her ankles to display her grey, New Balance 373 shoes;Each shoe exclusively enlabeled with a green-outlined N logo. "My friend,Stacey was there with me and we were talking.Her closest friend was there and we were deciding amongst ourselves about what we were gonna do over the weekend. The next thing you know her friend,Mary has a phone call so she gets up and answers it. It's from her ex-boyfriend. She goes to the backroom and starts talking to him on her cell. So Stacy and I are just randomly cracking jokes and making bets on the Jets and the Yankees. She's the biggest Jets fan. Several minutes later, Mary starts yelling and is all angry." Celia slowly inhaled then exhaled,doing her best to maintain herself. "Then Stacey gets up and goes to ask her what's wrong because she knows her more than I do. Im left just twittling my thumbs and waiting for an outcome. So she gets back in the room and I wonder what's going on with her and all she says is problems with her ex.” “Before long,she gets back into the room and tells us to excuse her and that she has the most irritating friend and jokes about how he should probably go live with Andrew Carnegie in that mansion or maybe near the Columbus Statue. To her,he just never budges about anything,so stubborn and treated females in a way where he was just better of living with a guy as a roommate who attracted most of the attention.She thinks that would ascertain to his overesteemed illusion of grandeur." "Thirty minutes later,he's at the door and he has two of his friends with him there and they come in. Now Mary isn't happy to see them,she feels that she's being victimized here because she sees that as a breach of her privacy..her apartment-" "Now you mention Mary feeling victimized and invaded. How is it that she's the one detained right now and her nagging phone buddy in the hospital in stable condition fighting for his life?" the officer asked. "There was a twist of events. Mary has never owned a weapon or anything and those guys were just there to try and work things out amongst us. Stacey knew two of them so she kinda asked them to come along so things wouldn't escalate-" "They left didn't they?" he interrupted. "Yeah they left,we all did. Mary wanted us out for it to be just him and her to discuss private matters. I left with Stacey to go stay with her. From that point on,we were like what had just happened here. In the most honest sense, I have no idea what happened after that and how Mary managed to pull off what she did to have her end up in incarceration like this. Maybe your real time crime center division might be of better assistance in trying to find a morale or a means as to what happened next." The officer turned off the record button of the tape recorder. "Ok, What you've said has exonerated you and your friend. We still have to contact the other two individuals who left the scene to gather more information. Then after that, we will decide on whether to indict or release Ms.Higgins."
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