Interrogation

His footsteps echoed loudly from the metal walls of the shed as he paused in the doorway to evaluate the scene. There was a slowly increasing trail of blood, beginning to the left of the door and continuing around the edges of the large empty room. The little drops of blood slowly increased to little puddles, and later pools before objects, roughly cut human fingers were left discarded at randomly placed intervals. Finally, the trail lead to a discarded, pale, scarred, blood stained, fingerless body. The detective bent down to see the tortured eyes, wide open, staring lifelessly at the ceiling. The last thing they'd ever see.

The woman sat nervously playing with her fingers as she awaited the detective in the cold, echo prone room. Finally, he arrived and took a seat opposite her at the table in the middle of the room.
"So," He said briskly. "Why'd you do it?"
"I didn't." She answered.
"I'm not playing games." The detective's voice began to grow gruff and he narrowed his eyes. The woman's red, tired eyes stared at him, or perhaps past him in a numb, blank daze. She said nothing.
"Come on, I really don't have all day."
"Officer, really. I didn't... I would never..." The woman began to babble.
"Really?" The detective got up and began pacing the room, his gaze never once leaving the trembling woman who sat on the cold, uncomfortable metal chair. Her eyes became redder as tears threatened to fall.
"You were the last person to see him that night Ma'am." He said, circling her much like a shark circles their prey. "You must know something."
"I don't!" She cried out. shuffling her feet onto the edge of the chair and wrapping her arms around her knees. Her timid gaze slowly went from the ground up to the detective's intimidating, determined face and her eyes followed him as he paced the room.
"I swear!" She said, finally giving in to the tears and letting them soak her cheeks. "We just ran into each other... I hadn't seen him in years!"
"Hadn't seen him in years, eh?" The detective stopped in front of the woman, staring coldly at her. "That's not what one witness says, who saw you not two weeks ago, leaving the supermarket. Together." He said, putting great emphasis on the great word. He was so close, their noses were inches from bumping together. Her lips started to quiver and she trembled even harder, a seemingly impossible feat and an increased flow of tears began to fall.

The detective threw his hands up in the air, like a surrender. "That's it." He said. "I've seen enough." He came around to the woman and motioned for her to get up. "Ms. Johnson, I'm placing you under arrest for murder." The detective roughly put her hands in the hand cuffs and led her out of the room and away.