Friday, August 06, 1990 2
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Arch-bold Center, New York.
Short, mid forties and clutching an old, brown briefcase the officer came sauntering into the interrogation room in a whirlwind fashion. Followed close behind him was a young, blonde hair, blue eyed man with a look of certain tiredness that belied his young years. Rest of us sat in the other side of the mirror to watch his account. 9
The officer pointed at the chair next to the table and hinted to the young man to sit down, but the young man was lost in his own thoughts, perhaps about the whole situation. The officer shook his head and mumbled something in disappointment, then tapped on the young man’s shoulder to get his attention, “Please, Mr. McGeven. Have a seat,” he said in irritated voice. Then he turned to the snack table and after a quick moment of realization of McGeven’s position, he softly asked, “Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Tea? Or perhaps a Soft Drink?” 10
“Water,” replied McGeven in a meek voice. He took off his coat and sat down on the seat. 11
“There you go McGeven,” said the officer kindly as he handed McGeven the glass of water. 12
“Thanks,” replied McGeven. 13
The officer sat on the seat in front of him, “Are you ready?” 14
McGeven took a sip of water before replying in a low voice, “Yes, I am ready.” 15
The officer took out a tape recorder from his briefcase and held it in his right hand, “If you don’t mind, I will use this to record our conversation...” 16
McGeven humbly nodded. 17
From the look on the officer’s face it was obvious he knew that this session is going to be useless. McGeven was delusional at that time due to lack of sleep, the officer knew he could make things up or say something that will only make this case worse. However, he couldn’t let his personal opinion come in way of his duty. He brought the microphone in front of his lips and clearly stated, “Case number 780, Conner versus McGeven. Today is the sixth day of the eighth month of year nineteen ninety. This is officer Kraos taking McGeven, Terrance J.’s account.” He then positioned the tape recorder on the table, in front of McGeven and said “McGeven please begin...” the officer paused and after a quick thought he instated his question, “Actually, when and how did you meet Miss. Conner?” 18
McGeven had his fingers interlocked, his arms were resting on the table half stretched and he had his eyes fixed on the table. “I went to RJ Cole’s University for Med School.” 19
As he finished his statement, officer Kraos interrupted McGeven with a loud cough, “Were you planning to be a doctor?” 20
McGeven moved his eyes away from the table and looked at the officer and nodded, “Yes, I was planning to become a pediatrician.” 21
“Was?” the officer asked curiously. 22
McGeven nodded with a big sigh, “I can’t become one now that you have me here. I can never see my heart again as long as you have me here.” 23
“Your heart? Miss Conner?” 24
McGeven gave a delusional smile. 25
“So, you do know where Miss Conner is at this moment?” 26
“Yes. She is at home, waiting for me. I promised her I’d take her to the fair. I am already late; she will be very upset if I don’t go. Please let me go, I hate to see my love sad because of me.” 27
The officer slightly shifted. He knew according to Mr. and Mrs. Conner’s report, Miss Conner disappeared while waiting for McGeven. Thus, McGeven and his friends were held responsible for their daughter’s disappearance. “Please continue with your account Mr. McGeven, When and how did you meet Miss Conner?” 28
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