She had no idea what was happening, only that it was a foregone conclusion that she was responsible. She froze, and then a bright light shone in her face. A police officer knocked her down onto the ground and began handcuffing her behind her back. She heard them talking to her about having the right to remain silent, but for the most part she was in a state of shock and denial. “Call ahead and have a psychiatrist on call, because I can’t see anything in her eyes to indicate that she’s there.” They loaded her up into the police car, her face showing no emotion, unable to speak or say anything at all. “I think she killed him in an act of passion, and now she can’t believe that she killed the person that she was in love with. I’m not a psychiatrist by any means, but I can see that she is being eaten up inside by what she did. No matter, our duty is clear and we have to bring her in and have one of the investigators interrogate her.” The officer was a veteran on the force, someone that thought he had seen it all, yet what he had seen back on that mountain was something else entirely.
