Francisco Gomes, 18, sales assistant
«I've been following him for a very long time.
That day, I've seen, that he went somewhere. At that moment I tried to come inside to steal some money. But I swear! I haven't done this. I don't have enough money to enter the university, so I wanted to "lend" them. He is famous photographer. (Oоh, of course "was", I can't believe it). He had a Mercedes and lived in Brooklyn. Paparazzi in our times earn a lot, you know... But I haven't done anything!!! I was so surprised to see the blood on the sticky handle. I was sure, that he was gone, before I entered inside. I swear!
- And what you've done after that? – the police officer asked.
- Then I thought, that he just cut his hand. So I went inside and saw bloody steps, it's true!!! And when I went further I saw the bloodpool behind the white luxurious sofa. I froze completely. I was so terrified to see it, because I am not a killer! It must have been my first theft!!! After that I heard voices in the hallway and run away in panic, pushing somebody. I even don't remember, it was man or woman! But I couldn't have murdered him. I swear!
- OK, that's all? - the police officer asked once more.
- Yes, can I go away?
- No, we should leave you here, until we'll find enough evidence to arrest you or not.
- Can I ask you about something? Don't tell my parents about this. I've already an adult, and can take responsibility for my actions...
- Okey, that's your right. But if I were you, I would start to search for a good lawyer.»
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