| Part 2 “I didn’t kill her.” That’s how I opened my defense with the officers charging me for having murdered the bitch that got me here. “Yeah, I really don’t believe you,” the almost albino female officer attacked me. Her tag name read something with weird characters that we don’t use in the States, but I guess that a close approximation could be Dalia. “You have an alibi?” Her companion demanded. Pavlo, I assume that’s accurate enough, was slightly kinder. He even brought me a soda. I opened the can. “Ok,” I started after taking a sip from the carbonated beverage. “I want to be honest, so you don’t encounter any surprises down the line. I have a history.” “For what?” Both officers approached the hard warm light over the small desk they turned into an interrogation table. “It was some financial scamming.” I didn’t feel like the nuances would help my case. Dalia judged me with her melanin-less eyes. “Already did my time.” I explained. “I finished my p...
