"Hm… So you say you became suspicious of your chemistry teacher. Why?"
I look at the police inspector with a flat, tired gaze. Still, I answer.
"I don't know what others like to consider, but when I heard that students of his either committed suicide or left the city, I didn't feel eager to spend more time than necessary with him. But since my friend was interested in his tutoring class, I investigated it to see if something is wrong with it."
"I see, but everything seems a little too convenient."
When he says that, I only look at his receding hairline. He is old, at least for a demanding job like the one he is doing. But he still looks too tired for a forty something man. He reeks of defeat, with his body already accumulating fat, his belly rivaling a pregnant woman well into the process of life's gestation.
His libidinous appearance is starting to disgust me, more because of his behaviors and his drifting eyes that are barely struggling to remain on my modest form.
I stop myself from glancing at Liz beside me and retort to him:
"Officer, if you have a question, just ask away. I'm tired, and seeing you in this small room with less light than the bathroom I have at home is not doing me any good."
The inspector's eyes finally find me more interesting than the large softness Lizbeth is carrying. My words don't seem to make him happy, especially as I'm sure others must be listening on us as we speak, maybe watching us too. He tries to make himself stern.
"Max Lockdream, I understand your frustrations. You have had a hard day–"
I cut him off.
"A bad day."
"Excuse me?"
"A hard day only makes you tired. I had a bad day, seeing and interacting with disgusting things, and people. So, if you would please make it fast. Don't try to compensate for your lack of stamina here."
I mutter the last part, but with enough volume to be heard.
"You!!!"
He almost jumps, but he restrains himself. He sneaks a glance at the one way window at the side, and calms down with a forced exhale.
"Little girl, the matter is serious. Moreover, the results of your teacher's check-up have arrived. Did you have a grudge against him? Maybe trying to avenge the students he has abused by yourself, trying to be a hero?"
God forgives me but I think the officer is an idiot. And I can't restrain myself, my eyes show exactly what I'm thinking, and he doesn't like that.
*Bam!!!*
'You little bitch. Always starts being obnoxious sooner so that you can cry for feminism and all later!'
I simply raise an eyebrow both at his display and at his thoughts, especially the one at the back, where he is seeing me as a younger version of the legs-spreading bitch I will become to milk men while seeing them like toys.
I blink at him. I would have choked if it had been some time ago, even just the beginning of the school year. But while I'm unfazed both by his thoughts and his words, someone can't hold herself back anymore.
*Bam!!!*
Well, poor table. It is lucky that it is metallic.
Liz stands up fiercely. Her breasts jump up with her and dance like magnets, but their level of magnetic charge is insufficient this time.
"Enough. If you want to interrogate my little sister like a criminal, or even a suspect, I will have our lawyer come here immediately. At school, she should have been protected, especially as a minor, against the kind of beast, depraved pervert without any moral boundary she had been confronted with. Can you imagine what would have happened if not for her high awareness and her vigilance? Can you imagine how long the existing situation would have continued and how many innocent girls would have been tainted, abused, and destroyed, some to the point of committing suicide just to free themselves of their sufferings? It is already lucky enough that she has come out unscathed of everything that happened, that she has dealt with what adults should have dealt with. You are lucky that her friend has only been knocked unconscious by the drug she has been made to inhale. What more do you want? What exactly are you getting at? What the hell are you trying to unearth? A more twisted story that makes my sister the villain?"
I look at Liz in wonder, but a smile spreads on my face, even before I realize that it has come to settle there. It is good being protected.
My sister looks like a tigress protecting her cub. It is fortunate that she remains civilized. Her nails are also trimmed for the requirements of her job, if not, it would have looked like she wanted to poke a hole to the fatty's brain.
Well, she is a neurosurgeon. Maybe she has already diagnosed him and she wants to cure him.
I hold back a laugh and stand up to stroke her back, but not to calm her anger. She is feeling it for both of us. I'm just too dry of any energy to feel it.
"And you remember to tell those directors behind the school. They should count themselves lucky that I'm not nursing the desire to sue them for recruiting someone like that beast. I really hope the other students' parents will make them, and you, pay for the oversight! They should even hang themselves up somewhere where they will not be a bother. Humph!!!"
The room suddenly seems to be wrapped in a viscous blanket that turns the atmosphere subtle. Liz breathes to regain her bearing, but her chest can attract only my attention, no one else's, not even the libidinous fatty.
The sight takes me away from the gloom of everything, as Liz takes a deep breath, and speaks in a deep voice, as if daring the answer to her question to be no.
"Now, officer, do you have any more questions for my sister?"