It is now two days since I've been kept here. My clothes are dirty, my hair is a mess. I haven't had once single decent meal in what seems more like two centuries of captivity. Damn it... Yesterday they came here asking me all kinds of stupid questions. No, I don't like children, is that a crime?!? They try to threaten me; they tell me they have a record of all phone calls I've made in the last two months, that they were certain they were to find my relation with the felony. Of course I've told them I don't know what the hell they're talking about! You think they believe me? Well certainly not, otherwise I wouldn't be here, and my biggest concern wouldn't be trying to hit that rat with my shoe... Shit, they're coming; here we go again... - Ok you little piece of human scum - said a fat, untidy police man with greasy hair -, there's no way out this time. You're gonna have to confess. - And to what the fuck am I supposed to confess to?! - So you still want to play that game, don't you? - replied a young cop - Well I've got news for you, missy: we've cracked your e-mail. Now we have written conversations with dates earlier than all the murders. You're an accomplice, you're going down!! - Accomplice of what!?! - Of this! - he throws a newspaper on the old wooden table: Oh my... And I don't even know why I'm laughing...