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==Whiteboard==
Cassandra wasn't shocked to see two people standing outside when she opened her door, badges glinting in their hands. Other visitors lately included neighborhood gossips, concerned friends, inquisitive reporters, nosy but oozing condolences-ing journalists, and members of Riverview Police Department. The staff of Goth Mansion had kept tea and hors d'oeuvres ready for hours each day, and they'd come to expect the hordes. Mortimer was grieving even more deeply than before because, only the day after the crime scene was set up around Bella's body, Alexander had run away from home, leaving only a note. So poor Cassandra had to take on the police, neighbors, strangers, newspapermen, and stress by herself. "Come in," she said, cordially but wearily. Oliva introduced the two of them. "Hello, Ms. Goth. I'm Detective Ridge, and this is Detective Drake. We have a few questions regarding your mother's untimely death, and we think you might be able to help us." "Of course I will," Cassandra said, trying to rally her brain. She wanted the affair of her mother over as soon as possible, with the murderer behind bars. "Please, sit down," Cassandra gestured to two armchairs, leaning diagonally towards a sofa. After Cassandra was seated in one chair, Oliva in a chair, and Drake on the sofa, they began to ask. Ridge began with, "Are you sure Donovan Lothario wasn't implicated in the death of Bella?" She knew it was bad tactics to start off with a pressing question, but she didn't care. She could forgive herself for dating a sleaze. But for dating a murderer without discovering that he'd killed someone was something she could never stop beating herself up about. Cassandra almost burst into tears at Olivia's question. "''No!''" she cried out. "Why does everyone say that? Bella and Don got along fine. She just went over to his house to give a present to him for our engagement. Don is the most trustworthy man I've ever met." ''I feel sorry for you then,'' Ridge thought. "It's hard enough," Cassandra went on, gaining volume, "with my mother shot to death without you police people accusing someone who's always been there for me!" "I'm sorry," Drake hastily said. "We didn't mean to upset you. We're just trying to consider all possibilities here." Cassandra softened, but she still said defensively, "Well, it's ''not'' a possibility. Don would never do something so awful to anyone, let alone me." "Okay," Ridge said, backing down. "Did your mother have any enemies?" she asked.
Cassandra wasn't shocked to see two people standing outside when she opened her door, badges glinting in their hands. Other visitors lately included neighborhood gossips, concerned friends, inquisitive reporters, nosy but oozing condolences-ing journalists, and members of Riverview Police Department. The staff of Goth Mansion had kept tea and hors d'oeuvres ready for hours each day, and they'd come to expect the hordes.
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