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lie to the police, or she accidentally let it slip about the note, but she was telling the truth, because other people said that Monica and Richard were boyfriend and girlfriend at the time of Richard's death. This was something I needed to think about. Monica had lied in the first place, and I had evidence of that, and I was now ready to put pressure on her. I arrested her for suspicion of the murders, and it was her turn to be formally interviewed.
    I entered the room, and she sat as still as a stone. Her hands were not trembling. Her eyes were barely moving. Perhaps she was traumatized about the whole thing, but I knew that was probably not true.
    "So, Monica," I said as I walked through the door, "I am going to ask you again. Did you write Richard that love note the day he died?"
    "No, I didn't," Monica said with a very firm tone of voice.
    "Well, you see, I have a witness who said you did."
    "Who on Earth told you that?!" she yelled, showing that she was confused.
    "I'm not allowed to say. Now I'm going to ask you this again: what was your relationship like with Richard Cold?"
    Monica shrugged. "He was only a classmate," she replied.
    I almost laughed, because I knew for a fact she was lying to me.
    "You see," I said, "I know for a fact that you are lying to me about that, because I have eight witnesses who will argue otherwise. They say that you were boyfriend and girlfriend until the day Richard died."
    "That's bull!" she cried, still attempting to deny things.
    "Well, the more you lie to me, the less I trust you," I said. "And to be honest, I have little faith in you now, if any, so you'd better tell the truth, and tell it right now!" I became more and more firm with her throughout the interview.
    Monica sat there, silent. Her shoulders were right up, and she dropped them, and gave a big sigh.
    "O.k., I'll tell you the truth this time," she said.
    I thought in my head: Finally!
    "Well, Richard and I were going out with each other. And I was until the day he died. Are you happy now?"
    "Did you write the note?"
    "I honestly can't remember that! I don't remember little things like that," she said, becoming desperate for me to trust her.
    "Well, it’s a big thing, actually. Probably the biggest thing in the whole case at the moment, because whoever wrote that note lured Richard Cold to his death. So I'm inferring that whoever wrote that note is the Minot Hacker."
    "I might have wrote it, but I really cannot remember something from twenty years ago!"
    "Alright," I said. "But if somebody has said you've written it, and they said they saw you write it, then you probably did write it."
    "I understand that. Maybe someone else saw me write the note, and used it to follow Richard to the woods."
    "Ah!" I said.
    "What?" said Monica, puzzled.
    "I did not mention what was in the note!" I cried excitedly, knowing that I had caught her out.
    Monica knew that was it for her.
    "Please, don't do this," she said. "I promise you, it's nothing to do with the murders."
    "But it is," I said. "Otherwise, you would tell me."
    Monica knew that she had to tell me the whole truth.
    "Well, it's John," she said quietly.
    "Has he confessed to you?" I asked her.
    Monica nodded.
    "I didn't want to say anything," she said. "But just before he came to the station the other night, he told me he was the killer, and how he did it. He told me he was going home. I didn't know he was coming to the police station to confess, though!"
    "So, he told you everything about the note?" I asked her.
    "Yes! He said he saw me write a note to him, and used that as his opportunity to kill Richard!"
    "Right," I said, very interested about the way this story had unfolded.
    Now I was back to square one.
    "I think I'm done here," I said.
    "Can I go now?" she asked me, preparing to get up.
    "You do realize that your cousin is still in custody?" I asked her.
    "There's nothing I can do for him now, is there?" she asked me.
    "No."
    "He really is the killer, isn't he?"
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