Katherine Robert's tapping nails had increased speed rapidly and she couldn't help but be internally surprised at how much she had gotten pissed off.
Just a couple more of his damned questions and she might actually be brimmed with anger and lash out, and right now, Katherine would love to see how that would turn out.
Maybe they would finally put her in the cell as they want and tag her as the rabbit wolf they claim she is.
How many times would she have to tell them that she didn't do it.
She. Didn't. Kill. Her.
It's either they don't understand English which is their mother tongue by the way, or they don't understand basic reasoning which she highly doubts both situations are true.
Hell, they know she didn't do it, and she knows they know she didn't do it, and they know she knows they know she didn't do it. A stupid never ending circle.
They just want to be complete dick heads.
Said dick head or person working for the dick heads is currently starting at her rapidly tapping nails. He is either analyzing her behavior or admitting them. She could call him out but that would just be petty. Besides, he probably thinks it's her being anxious. The opposite actually. She really needed to use the convenience.
"So you weren't there on the night of the murder?"
Williams Brent stopped looking at her nails too move his unwavering gaze to her face and Katherine stared right back into his eyes.
She was not scared by any alpha's gaze. Not anymore.
"No. As I stated my answer remains the same. I stayed at my grandma's place that night. She and her neighbors can confirm it. They are my alibis."
William stared at the note which he was taking during the interrogations, probably thinking of what next to say because he ran his hand through his dark brown hair and huffed out a breath in thought.
In a fleeting moment Katherine thought that such a gorgeous face should not be working for a shitty government.
He would have fit well as a singer but even if he did she may not have known him because of the amount of people in the music industry and the fact that she doesn't really keep up with it.
Maybe she would have known him if he was an actor?
"Ninety percent of Moira's assets went to you in her will. Was this because you were her lover? Or was it something else more personal?"
Maybe she would have known him if he was a reporter. His questions sound like he would have made it big in the news industry.
"I wasn't her lover, I just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time when we met and she clung to me."
Which was the absolute truth by the way.
"Were you aware she placed you as her next of kin?"
"No. It came as a shock to me when my presence was requested in front of her relatives and close friends when her lawyer read the will. I wasn't the only one who was surprised."
"Hell you weren't." Katherine heard William mutter under his breath.
"I didn't kill Wang Moira for her fucking money." Katherine's self control was slipping slowly.
"I never said you did."
"Well you are definitely framing it to look like it."
Williams glanced at her nails quickly and went back to looking at her face as if he didn't want to get caught and Katherine thought that was weird but she just pushed the thought aside.
"For now you're a prime suspect."
"Just because I'm her next of kin?" Katherine questioned with genuine disbelief.
She was already feeling irritated for being in the interrogation room for a long time.
"Wang Moira was young, rich and successful and then you recently entered into the picture and before we know it she's murdered in cold blood and you magically turn out to be the my next of kin? What else do you want me to believe Katherine?"
Katherine knows what the problem was, it was because she was an Omega and the police department were filled with Alpha's with God complexes that believe that Omega's are meant to be housewife's and birth machines and then there is Wang Moira's family members and friends who either want her dread or in jail all because Katherine decided to be Moira's obsession and now has practically all her assets.
Katherine knows that they don't care for Moira's murder case, they just want the money. Complete dick heads, the lot of them.
"I never gave you permission to call me by my first name." Katherine bit back the growing anger.
"My apologies Miss Roberts."
Katherine bad to squint her eyes a little with anger because she knows he must be finding the whole ordeal amusing.
If she could just reach over the table and use her polished nails to scar his face, maybe scratch off his right eye, that would be one less dark brown eye staring at her.
"You're getting on my nerves Detective Brent." Katherine declared curtly.
"I know." He smirked.
Forget the face she wants to go straight for his dick.