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McGovern?”
The look of pain and defeat that spread across Ildico Popescu’s face spoke volumes. Ciprian smiled. He’d hit the jackpot.
----- X -----
Ildico was led into the interview room looking like a frightened little bird, her skin was ashen, her eyes were wide; Noica could imagine her heart pounding with worry. Noica took a notepad and settled down beside Lupescu who had also decided to attend. They would sit behind her and stay silent. Noica felt that Lupescu was now bored by the proceedings, he was slow and sleepy and his mind seemed to be elsewhere. There wasn’t a lot for the police here to do other than take statements and scour the forest for physical evidence. The fundamentals of the story were understood. Paul McGovern killed two men and left the country. There were no other suspects to the crime and the police no longer had any impetus to rush. The killer wasn’t on the loose, he had escaped and they knew it.
They began with photographs.
Nealla dusted in snow with his eyes open and his intestines spread out, Raul frozen solid with his throat cut. There was no way to see Ildico Popescu’s emotions from behind but when she laid a photograph down he could see her hand trembling.
A female officer was interviewing. Lupescu had told him that the interviewer, Mirela Nistor, was far harsher than any man who could conduct the interview; most men would soften up if a girl showed emotion, Mirela wouldn’t.
Ildico leafed through the pictures at least twice, then put them on the table and spread them out.
“We know that Paul McGovern did this,” Mirela stated. “What we don’t understand is why he did it.”
Ildico traced her fingers across one of the photographs.
“Why did he do this, Ildico?”
“Because... they brought it on themselves.” Her voice was soft and slow, weepy. There was a warmth to the tone despite the sadness, but the spirit was defeated. A significant part of her was already broken.
“Brought what on themselves?”
Ildico motioned the photographs. “Nealla wanted me to be his girlfriend. For many years he wanted this. I never would.” She paused for a moment but with her hand raised in anticipation of saying more. “I don’t have any relationship with Nealla, I have never had a relationship with Nealla. But he would never accept this. He was... I don’t know how to say... he is a horrible man. He won’t leave me alone.” She fingered the photographs and pulled one towards her to look more closely, then collected them all and turned them face down. She took a few moments to compose herself then spoke again. “When I met Paul, I liked him. It made Nealla jealous. He was, angry and frustrated. I knew what it was, Paul is British and has money and is successful. I wanted to be with Paul not Nealla. But Nealla, he is nothing, he is poor Romanian with nothing. He hated Paul because he can’t compete and there was nothing he could do, so Nealla tried to hurt him.”
Noica noticed the slight shudder of her shoulders. Heard the faintest sniff. Mirela pushed a packet of tissues across the table to which Ildico thanked her and took one.
“I don’t know about this,” Ildico said without prompting. “I don’t know how they are killed, I don’t know about any of that.”
“What can you tell me about Paul McGovern. How did you meet him?”
Ildico purged through a long exhalation. She wiped her eyes. “Have you spoken to Paul?”
“Do you know where we can find him?”
“He lives in a block on Strada Bunloc. Speak to him. You don’t need to ask me.”
“When was the last time you saw him?”
Ildico shrugged. “A few days ago. Last week.”
“People have told us you were close, that they saw you with him often.”
“I haven’t seen him for a few days.” She spat the words a little more forcefully and Mirela picked up on the cue.
“Are you and he still friends?”
Ildico shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t think so.”
“Well, how would you describe
The look of pain and defeat that spread across Ildico Popescu’s face spoke volumes. Ciprian smiled. He’d hit the jackpot.
----- X -----
Ildico was led into the interview room looking like a frightened little bird, her skin was ashen, her eyes were wide; Noica could imagine her heart pounding with worry. Noica took a notepad and settled down beside Lupescu who had also decided to attend. They would sit behind her and stay silent. Noica felt that Lupescu was now bored by the proceedings, he was slow and sleepy and his mind seemed to be elsewhere. There wasn’t a lot for the police here to do other than take statements and scour the forest for physical evidence. The fundamentals of the story were understood. Paul McGovern killed two men and left the country. There were no other suspects to the crime and the police no longer had any impetus to rush. The killer wasn’t on the loose, he had escaped and they knew it.
They began with photographs.
Nealla dusted in snow with his eyes open and his intestines spread out, Raul frozen solid with his throat cut. There was no way to see Ildico Popescu’s emotions from behind but when she laid a photograph down he could see her hand trembling.
A female officer was interviewing. Lupescu had told him that the interviewer, Mirela Nistor, was far harsher than any man who could conduct the interview; most men would soften up if a girl showed emotion, Mirela wouldn’t.
Ildico leafed through the pictures at least twice, then put them on the table and spread them out.
“We know that Paul McGovern did this,” Mirela stated. “What we don’t understand is why he did it.”
Ildico traced her fingers across one of the photographs.
“Why did he do this, Ildico?”
“Because... they brought it on themselves.” Her voice was soft and slow, weepy. There was a warmth to the tone despite the sadness, but the spirit was defeated. A significant part of her was already broken.
“Brought what on themselves?”
Ildico motioned the photographs. “Nealla wanted me to be his girlfriend. For many years he wanted this. I never would.” She paused for a moment but with her hand raised in anticipation of saying more. “I don’t have any relationship with Nealla, I have never had a relationship with Nealla. But he would never accept this. He was... I don’t know how to say... he is a horrible man. He won’t leave me alone.” She fingered the photographs and pulled one towards her to look more closely, then collected them all and turned them face down. She took a few moments to compose herself then spoke again. “When I met Paul, I liked him. It made Nealla jealous. He was, angry and frustrated. I knew what it was, Paul is British and has money and is successful. I wanted to be with Paul not Nealla. But Nealla, he is nothing, he is poor Romanian with nothing. He hated Paul because he can’t compete and there was nothing he could do, so Nealla tried to hurt him.”
Noica noticed the slight shudder of her shoulders. Heard the faintest sniff. Mirela pushed a packet of tissues across the table to which Ildico thanked her and took one.
“I don’t know about this,” Ildico said without prompting. “I don’t know how they are killed, I don’t know about any of that.”
“What can you tell me about Paul McGovern. How did you meet him?”
Ildico purged through a long exhalation. She wiped her eyes. “Have you spoken to Paul?”
“Do you know where we can find him?”
“He lives in a block on Strada Bunloc. Speak to him. You don’t need to ask me.”
“When was the last time you saw him?”
Ildico shrugged. “A few days ago. Last week.”
“People have told us you were close, that they saw you with him often.”
“I haven’t seen him for a few days.” She spat the words a little more forcefully and Mirela picked up on the cue.
“Are you and he still friends?”
Ildico shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t think so.”
“Well, how would you describe
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