Interrogation

"Sarah."

Arthur looked up from his question notes. "Excuse me?" In response Sanne hurried to turn her head down and to the side, as if she didn't say anything. Although confused, her interrogator got back to his notes, he had trouble finding the right order, he was clearly new at his job. The man cleared his throat and turned to her. "Sorry about that.." He mumbled.

"What's your relation to Herbert Wansch?"

She remained silent for a while. "He's my father." She eventually said, straightforward. The young man stared at her for a short moment.

"A-Are the two of you in contact?"

"I've never met him."

He put his hand on his gun as a warning. "Are you sure about that?" He asked. The woman turned her gaze away, to him she looked almost bored.. But she was full of rage. "I met him once." She admitted.

"How old were you?"

"Fourteen."

"Fourteen?"

"Yes." She moved a curl behind her ear and leaned back against her chair.

"What of your mother?"

"Dead."

"..Sorry for your loss." He said, which actually surprised her. But then again, he was probably on his first job, it wasn't that hard to tell he was fairly if not completely new.

"I'm fine". She wasn't fine.

He cleared his throat, which seems to be a habit of his, an attempt to break the ice.

"I-If you really have met him only once, you're useless to us." He sighed and placed the paper down. "Jefferson will give me such a beating..." He mumbled to himself and stood up. "You're free to go."