Conversation · Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)

"That's enough. I get the picture."

"Mhm." She looks down at her feet, still smiling slightly. "Anything else, officer?"

"That'll be all about the tape. Thank you for your time."

"Any time, officer." She removes her cigarette from between her lips. Smoke trails from her mouth.

It isn't much closure, but it is enough. She is ready to talk about him now.

"Did he tell you he had actually done any of those things? Here in Martinaise, I mean."

"A guy like that didn't scare you?"

"Why would I be scared? Your mother probably never told you this, but girls are evil."

"Had I the physical robustness and social support, I would be tearing it up Soldier of the Apocalypse-style..."

"And you spent time with this person? Romantically?"

"I think I can rely on your honesty."

"Sure. You can trust me." She taps her cigarette as she nods. "I'm guessing he tried to give you the Doorgunner Megamix, yeah?"

Oh, come on -- you know better than that!

"This is my investigation. I run it my way."

"Of course, officer. I'll cooperate." She taps her cigarette as she nods. "I'm guessing he tried to give you the Doorgunner Megamix, yeah?"