SIENA
“I'm really sorry for your loss Maria. I know what Mr Tiger meant to you, he was more than an employer, like family. I'm really sorry." It's a day after Tiger's death and I am trying to console a devastated Maria.
She brought me breakfast a bit late and as usual she hang around for small talk, except today she is in no mood for talking.
“How could they? They think that I killed him?" She asks, her eyes focused on nothing, just staring at the floor upstairs.
“Wait, does someone think you killed Tiger? This is ridiculous," I interject.
“The police came over yesterday and interrogated everyone, including me, asking for leads to the killer and the motive. Oh my God what is happening to me? They didn't seem to believe me when I told them that the killer was not in the compound.”
