How Many Times Did You Take a Shit?

The lobby of Timeless West seemed as busy as ever. "I'm back". She sent a triumphant look towards the receptionist who only nodded.

"Ohh? Good". As usual, she seemed to be doing a marathon on her keyboard.

Diane could still feel how heavy her body was, and she'd not had any meat or fruits as advised by the doctor.

Today, the elevator was taking too long and the stairs didn't seem like an option. 'Keep it cool, Diane'. She encouraged herself when the doors came open.

There were two guys inside who stopped talking the moment she got in. One seemed to be holding the newspaper while analyzing her. "You were right Elvis, she really does work here". Said the shorter male.

The one who was called Elvis raised a hand to shake her. "I'm Elvis, the journalist who got the news about the Uber demon case".

"I don't believe in demons". She rolled her eyes before shaking his hand for courtesy's sake. "I'm Diane". She forced a smile as the elevator doors came open, but they followed her in.

Most eyes seemed to glance her way before she sat down. "Why are you following me?". Her tone was plain.

"I wanted to get a statement from you about what happened that night, especially due to the fact that you refused to speak with the police".

He was surely a journalist, making it sound as though she'd been avoiding the police on purpose.

"My phone broke so I'll go to the station after work today".

"Ohh... I see". His eyes narrowed in suspicion.

'Shit! Why did I tell him I'd be going to the police after work?'.

"But why didn't you go to the police days ago after watching your Uber driver die? Or were you too scared to get discovered?".

"That's enough!". Gerald tapped his shoulder. "The Journalist team shouldn't be on this floor unless you've come with a draft".

Elvis raised both hands in surrender before leaving. "My mistake, just making acquaintances". He turned to leave and his partner scurried along.

"The more you say, the more they have to twist". Gerald tried to cheer her up. "You should try to end this matter before tomorrow so Timeless West doesn't draw unwanted attention".

"I will". She nodded before taking up her draft to continue typing. She hadn't even finished a page when the elevator doors opened once again. "There she is! Next to the window". Came the voice of Lucy and two police officers filed in to confront Diane.

They showed her their badges before requesting for her to come with them.

"You can't just take an innocent person in the middle of work, she was planning on going to the police station by the end of the day".

"Innocent? Civilians best not get involved in cases such as this". He adjusted his hat before shifting his gaze back to her. "We'll inform your boss, so don't worry".

She nodded trying not to show any signs of anxiety. "It's okay, Mr. Gerald. I'll prove my innocence". They cuffed her hands in front of her before heading for the stairway while passing Lucy who'd been resting on the wall beside the elevator.

"Who'd have guessed my replacement would be some criminal". She mocked as though they'd both had some bad history together. "I'd like my reward now, please".

"Reward?". The officer sent her a doubtful gaze. "We never said anything about a reward, you were merely being a helpful citizen. You have our thanks". He gestured for Diane to walk ahead of them.

"Tchh!". She scoffed.

They finally entered the main lobby where all heads turned in a whisper.

The receptionist only looked up once before getting back to her typing. A few individuals raised their phones to make videos. Only heaven knew what their captions would be.

The police station was a twenty-minute drive away. Inside, she was led to the interrogation room.

She'd decided to tell the truth from the point she recalled.

There was a huge man who was quite round in his belly seated across her. He hadn't started the questioning session when his phone rang. "Yes. No, I haven't started the interrogation. Okay, sir".

He barely looked at Diane for the next few minutes before the door came open. "Sorry, I'm late". A young man who seemed to be around eighteen came in with a black file.

The officer was silent even when the young man took the seat beside him. "Good morning Diane, I'm Fredrick Campbell. The Vice President of the D.E.S". He paused as if to take in her expression. "Try not to lie to me because I can be quite brutal". He smiled gently.

Diane nodded with an expressionless face. She tried not to look too tense. "I looked into your background and discovered you had a fatal accident a few years ago, but somehow survived".

"What does that have to-".

"Nothing at all". He shrugged before dropping his file on the table. "I just felt like mentioning it".

Diane's eyes moved to the chief of police who seemed to be asleep in his seat.

"Ohh, this guy?". Fredrick gestured to the man beside him. "This oaf is just here to fill up some space. Now let's begin". He placed his fingers above the file as if picturing a keyboard. "Give me a narrative of your whole day two days ago. Don't leave out any detail from the time you woke up, how many times you went to the bathroom to take a shit or whatever till when you retired to bed".

Diane gulped remembering how she'd woken up to Gwen's moaning. "It's a bit embarrassing...". She started from the beginning like he'd requested only leaving her dreams out.

It took about twenty minutes to give him everything in detail.

"I have a few personal observations unrelated to the case". He moved his fingers almost as quick as Mrs. Regina. "First off, you seem to have quite a handful of wealthy friends, are you also rich?".

"No". She shook her head.

"You slept four times that day, is it normal for you?".

"I'm usually in school, so no".

"Do you often have any strange dreams?".

Her eyes widened and he noticed the gesture. "That's personal".

"No problem". He cracked his fingers. "Now I'll ask you questions related to this case since the picture taken is too blurry. Hence, it's impossible to tell if you're that demon".

She nodded slowly. "Okay".

"You said your Uber never arrived?".

"Yes".

"And you can't seem to recall how you got home, although I'm aware some drivers rather turn off their active status, then take full payments from the passenger without giving a percentage to the Uber management. There's no way you could have made it home drunk - alone".

There was a knock at the door before an officer opened it. "Sir, a man who claims to be her witness is here to testify".

"Let him in".

Diane watched Josh step in with a light frown on his lips.