Trooper Station: Wednesday - All Day

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Dale is going over the results of the forensic tests he requested on the evidence that Turtle Wexler had provided him.

After going over the results he made some *handwavy* calls to the school and then one more requesting an interview regarding what had happened last week.

In the meantime he chats with Ralph about the importance of treating yourself to a good cup of coffee at least twice a day.

[ooc: For misshargrove but open for anyone else with police business.]

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Annette had to get through her workshops today with the inevitable feeling of doom, knowing she had to come to the police station afterwards.

With her antics last night and the knot in her stomach all day, she was a little pale by the time she walked in. "Um, hello?"

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"Miss Hargrove," Dale replied in a grave tone. "Thank you for coming. Please follow me."

Dale headed back to the interrogation room and held the door open for Annette. "Please take a seat."

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She hesitated briefly. She could run fast, she was a cheerleader. Greenland sounded good about right now.

Annette shuffled along quietly, her head bowed slightly as she slipped past Special Agent Cooper. He was so nice when she first met him, hopefully he'll remember that during this...whatever this was.

She took a seat and folded her hands in her lap.

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"Do you know why you are here, Miss Hargrove?" Dale asked firmly as he shut the door.

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Crap.

"No," she said about as innocently as she could while staring at her lap.

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"Can you tell me where you were on the night of May 30th?" Dale asked seriously.

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"I was probably a bunch of places. I'm an energetic individual." she said quietly.

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Dale pulled out an evidence bag which had a pair of pink handled scissors. "Was one of those places the Jackalope cabin?"

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Annette glanced at those scissors and looked back down, inwardly flailing. "No. Not that I can recall, sir."

Stupid. Stupid Turtle!

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"Miss Hargrove, I don't appreciate being lied to," Dale said firmly. "There are fingerprints and trace evidence of skin cells on these scissors. If I were to compare them to yours, what would I find?"

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That serious and firm tone of his was really starting to rattle her. She blinked and looked right past his left shoulder, "Inconclusive evidence?"

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Dale gave Annette a frown. "Miss Hargrove, when I first met you I believed you to be an upright citizen. I'm very disappointed to see otherwise. Do I need to request a warrant to fingerprint you and get a a DNA sample?"

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"So you are judging me based on theory alone instead of actual facts, sir?" Fingerprint her! Omigod!

"I'm a good Catholic girl!" She blurted out, nodding firmly.

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"My investigation has led me to you as the person responsible for the destruction of Miss Wexler's property," Dale replied as he stood up to go to the one-way mirror window. "And if you are a good Catholic girl, I'd like to know why you are lying to me."

He knocked on the window.

"Ralph? Please get a warrant for Miss Hargrove's DNA and fingerprints."

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Oh holy crap.

"How do you know I am lying to you? That's not very fair to assume, sir," she tried, her voice shaking slightly.

Annette watched him knock on the window and oh dear god...

"I'm a minor." Doesn't that account for anything here?

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"Body language, Miss Hargrove," Dale replied as he sat down again. "You posture and gestures are all indicating falsehood."

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She blinked and looked down at herself. She sat up straighter and folded her hands more closely in her lap.

"Liars go to hell."

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"That's up to you," Dale said calmly.

A trooper then came in and laid a fingerprint and DNA evidence kit on the table.

"Thank you, Ralph." Dale replied before turning his attention back to Annette.

"Miss Hargrove... Annette," he said gently. "No doubt this was a prank gone farther than intended. Miss Wexler is quite upset about what happened. Do I really need to take this interrogation any further?"

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She knitted her brows and bit her bottom lip and stared at that fingerprint kit. "I told her her new haircut looked nice." It wasn't a prank. Annette was getting revenge. That's right! Turtle kicked her!

"I want to file a complaint! Can I do that here? I...need to file three complaints!"

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"We can do that," Dale said responding to the requests to file a complaint. "However are you admitting to cutting off Miss Wexler's braids?"

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"No." She said, pursing her lips, then added, "But I might know who did." Oops.

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"And who would that be?" Dale asked.

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Annette's palms were starting to sweat. "Can I get a root beer?"

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"Who?" Dale demanded firmly.

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"A root beer! Haven't you ever heard of it? It's soda! And sometimes you can pour it over vanilla ice cream and make a root beer float which I am highly partial to! You're unsettling me here, sirahhh!"