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‘Good afternoon Ma’am, I’m Detective Beekhuyzen and this is Detective Daniels of the New South Wales Crime Squad. We need to ask you a few questions. If you would just follow us please.’
The Impossible Girl hadn’t expected a reception at the customs exit. She’d deliberately avoided telling anyone her change of flight details, especially Roly - brand manager, leak pimp & PR genius extraordinaire. Privacy and the space to think, outside of the craziness and pressures of work, was what she desperately wanted.
And she definitely hadn’t expected a reception like the one she was getting. Two plain clothes detectives, badges hanging in the pockets of bad suits, addressing her by her legal name.
‘What? I don’t have anything to declare.’
This isn’t a customs issue Ma’am. If you’d just like to come with us.’
‘I don’t understand. Is something wrong, is someone hurt?’ The Impossible Girl was shaking.
‘We just need to ask you a few questions, probably best if we do that in private hey?’
She followed the detective’s gaze to a girl standing with her back to the carousel, holding her iPhone up to them. Shit.
‘What about my luggage? I can’t understand why I wasn’t phoned.’ She checked her messages as she said it, just a text from Roly, nothing about the police.
‘Someone will collect your luggage.’ It was the first time the female detective had spoken, she had her eyes on IGirl’s mobile, looking like a cat ready to pounce.
‘Is Rowan alright?’ It didn’t add up, if Rowan had been hurt someone would have called her, but, Oh God, maybe they knew about… maybe someone had…
‘As far as we know yes, but we should discuss this in the station. Shall we?’
The Impossible Girl allowed herself to be led away. She kept her head low and her hand up as the girl who had obviously recognized her continued to video.
The Impossible Girl hadn’t expected a reception at the customs exit. She’d deliberately avoided telling anyone her change of flight details, especially Roly - brand manager, leak pimp & PR genius extraordinaire. Privacy and the space to think, outside of the craziness and pressures of work, was what she desperately wanted.
And she definitely hadn’t expected a reception like the one she was getting. Two plain clothes detectives, badges hanging in the pockets of bad suits, addressing her by her legal name.
‘What? I don’t have anything to declare.’
This isn’t a customs issue Ma’am. If you’d just like to come with us.’
‘I don’t understand. Is something wrong, is someone hurt?’ The Impossible Girl was shaking.
‘We just need to ask you a few questions, probably best if we do that in private hey?’
She followed the detective’s gaze to a girl standing with her back to the carousel, holding her iPhone up to them. Shit.
‘What about my luggage? I can’t understand why I wasn’t phoned.’ She checked her messages as she said it, just a text from Roly, nothing about the police.
‘Someone will collect your luggage.’ It was the first time the female detective had spoken, she had her eyes on IGirl’s mobile, looking like a cat ready to pounce.
‘Is Rowan alright?’ It didn’t add up, if Rowan had been hurt someone would have called her, but, Oh God, maybe they knew about… maybe someone had…
‘As far as we know yes, but we should discuss this in the station. Shall we?’
The Impossible Girl allowed herself to be led away. She kept her head low and her hand up as the girl who had obviously recognized her continued to video.
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