Detective Dialogue

D: So, Miss Esme Mok, my research tells me that your father is your ex-husband’s neighbour, Mr. Mok, no?

E: Yes you’re right.

D: Do you like your ex-husband? And do you like parrots?

E: I never liked him – I mean I have loved him for my whole life. I like parrots too.

D: Why did you divorce?

E: Um...... I hate – I mean he hates me.

D: My research also tells me that you are dating his chauffeur, Mr. Kwan.

E: Yeah, so what? He is loads better than the old parrot-face who didn’t leave me any money. I mean –

D: A witness of the scene told me that you and Mr. Kwan entered your father’s house two days ago, right?

E: Yeah, so?

D: The witness also said that you three entered your ex-husband’s garage carrying a coil of rope, no?

E: We were going to fix his car.

D: With rope? The witness said she heard a squawk, a slam of some kind of door, running water and three beeps. Do you have any explanation for these sounds?

E: Er......

D: I have. You entered the garage, and Mr. Kwan opened the door to the house with his key. The banker’s parrot squawked to warn him, and you strangled it. The parrot cage is dirty, so it explains the dirty fingerprints on the keyboard of the computer. Your ex-husband came running down the stairs, accidentally tripped, and the photos he were holding scattered across the floor. Your dad tied the rope around him, put him in your kitchen cupboard and slammed the door. Mr. Kwan poured wine to celebrate while you tried to erase the security camera videos on the computer. Is this all true?

E: This is exactly what happened.

D: It’s handcuffs for you, lady.

E: (Sprints away) I won’t be seeing you again!

D: Wait!

E: (Cackles and disappears around the corner.)