Shooting fish in a barrel

In one of the other rooms, a man walked into a room with a curvaceous blonde at the table.

"Hello, and you must be-?"

"Carrie"

"Full legal name, please."

"Oh, sorry. Caroline Erica Davidson," the blonde smiled. She noticed, after several years, the almost sick coincidence that her middle name happened to be "Erica".

Satisfied that he got the right woman, the man gave Carrie her Miranda warning and the blonde decided to proceed with the interview. She answered many of the man's questions quite faithfully. She told him of how she met Erica, the day at the water park, and the years since. She spun herself as Erica's outgoing friend who would always take her out of her shell. She especially emphasized the blackout story where she merely suggested ideas to Erica to act out on her own. She also started to tell other stories where Lisa bullied and shamed Erica. The man started noting inconsistencies with Carrie's stories; she never seemed to adequately describe what her role was in the stories with Lisa, and why she never stopped anything that might have been untoward.

None of this was especially incriminating on its own, but the interview was quite rewarding and the man thanked Carrie for her input.

Alicia was even easier to extract information. She spilled the beans on her friendship with Erica, the day at the water park, and everything else that happened, from the graduation party, to the college dorm adventures, to the car wash, all the way up to the incident not an hour prior. She was almost out of breath after spilling every last she could, and quite relieved to get everything off her chest. The detective assigned to her was quite impressed with what she gave up, and prepared his report for the DA for bargaining prospects.

Meanwhile, in the third room, Lisa had her face in her hands as sobs started to emit.

"Honey, what's wrong?" the female detective asked her.

Lisa's red and tear-streaked face turned up in response, "I just remembered my cat, Mittens. She was the best friend a girl could ask for, and I had her since sixth grade. She died a month ago of breast cancer, and I still miss her so much. She wasn't even good at chess!" she tried to **** a chuckle with that last quip.

"Are you sure you don't want to tell us anything on your mind?"

Lisa straightened up as snot started to exit her nostrils. Her face was a pathetic mess, but her resolve stood firm. Her already bad situation wasn't going to be improved by saying anything about the matter at hand.

"No, it's just my cat, that's all," she said flatly. Just to cover her bases, she added "I'm still pleading the fifth."