Police station, an unfamiliar ground for Maeve Dalton but the lingering thought of her calling the cops upon her mother still daunted in her mind. It was never easy thought for someone to forget. One second, you are protecting your sweet delicate mother from the world. Next second, you are grown up and you are calling the cops for the safety and help for you both. It’s cold in the police station on this mid afternoon of a Wednesday. The cold could send a shiver down her petite, delicate spine. It most definitely did not help with the lack of color scheme hidden in this station. But, what do you expect? Bright and warming colors for those who committed a crime. Never. She’s read Gone Girl. She physically imagines what is happening to Nick Dunne, a married man sitting around and answering questions about his missing wife. In a cold, dark and unwelcoming room. She feels his pain. She can sense a characters pain through the fine literature, often her gateway and distraction from a sleepless evening. Those nights rarely happened anymore, especially with the thought of her stressing of her mother slithered away from her. But now, her nerves are getting back to her. A girl studying to be a Psychologist has read about these cases, how they study your close reactions like a hawk. She’s no fool. Nick Dunne was a fool though. Those detective saw right through him like a hawk. Not a good time to be wondering over how a fictional character should be doing right now. Plus, Maeve’s fathers right outside and waiting for her. They come as a pair. He’d never let her go here alone, but it never helps when detectives begin to question your loyalty. No crime past on Maeve. Just a young girl moving away and reliving her mothers messy growing up years with her father. Now, it feels like a dream. Like her life was a book waiting to be written. And her expressing blue orbs staring at those detective in pure shock was pure, no act.
“How well did you know James Buchanan?”
“Not well. A familiar name if you ask me. Perhaps, he knew my father a bit. They must’ve had a closer connection than what I had with him. With all of my school work and work itself, there are certain people I had yet to properly introduce or had a formal discussion with.” She mentions with the eased to her tone, all of her words flowing from her mouth with utter grace. It was no planned response, but rather one which ran right through her mind with no second guessing. Whys that? Maeve was known to be social, one to be a optimistic soul running through Northpoint. A girl who moved here about four and a half years ago. Although, she dreamt of living in such a beautiful and friendly community for the youngest time. Hearing about James Buchanan, once or twice before, there was no correlation to the female and the male. Stories had been heard, but no form of communication had been expressed between them both. It was a surprise but her lifestyle was a busy one when it permitted it.
“What were you doing between the hours of two and three thirty on Friday morning? Can anyone confirm this?” “I was sleeping. I had a long evening before with my school work and I had finished a late shift. I had fallen asleep around twelve o’clock. You can ask my father, whom was home himself too. Also, you can check the alarm company too. We always keep our alarms on till my father or I wake up in the morning. I’m sure they have a schedule time of when the alarm is being used. All of our home has alarms on. Even my window, so I didn’t sneak out or else it would’ve gone off.” Answer was so detailed but this was Maeve Dalton after all. Anyone who knew Maeve understood there wasn’t much of a secret behind her face. The only thing that Maeve had never discussed openly with people happened to be about her mother. But thankfully, no one was questioning over her mother. Not everyone had a perfect family setting. Not everyone could have the dream families presented in television series. Nick and Amy Dunne weren’t a perfect couple but she’s pregnant now? Oh, she had to pretend alongside with her husband. It was all a trick. Now he’s just too in depth with these books. They often were her fantasy and vision of a life of acting. But if they questioned Maeve, they could know and ask her father. Even ask the alarm company. She wasn’t one to lie. She would NEVER lie over something so important. Most importantly, a death of someone in the town. “Have you seen anything suspicious around Northpoint, recently? People where they shouldn’t be... people not where they should be...?”
“No, not at all.” She mentions with a single second thought. In all honesty, she had never saw or thought of something suspicious going around in North Point. If anything, then Maeve had been one to be blind by peoples actions. She’s not one who wants to be caught in the middle in someone else actions. She doesn’t want to be noisy. She minds her business. She respects other peoples business. That’s how she sort of works in the first place. “I really don’t notice those small type of things around town. I’m rather oblivious when it comes to focusing and getting involved in other peoples business. Like, I’m super friendly with everyone but theres only a certain people I speak to on an emotional level but those people have been rather chill lately. I believe everything is going okay with them. Maybe some enemy to James went out to get him? Otherwise, I have no idea.” The platinum blonde had began to ramble, eyes were bright and staying firm upon the detective. A soft sigh had rolled off her lips, hands placed firmly on the cloud, steel table in the questionings office. “Have you ever heard of the Siren Curse?” “No, not at all.” She was blunt, but hearing this word for the first time sent a shiver down her spine. A shiver which was never planned, neither how have half of them are planned anyway. What does that even mean in the first place? “I apologize for not being much of use. I’m not all caught up in the lingo around this town if you want me to be honest.” The female was apologetic to the detectives, knowing that it was the truth. Maeve had been living here for four years but there were few things she’s still learning around the town. Perhaps, books don’t teach you on what to expect when moving to a new town and you are being questioned over a possibly missing or dead man. No one should ever be prepared, right?
