Sergeant Higgins was an old chap; thought he had seen it all. But he keeps on being proven wrong. He moved to Glenfallen so he could rewind a bit for his last couple years.

It's like stress was stalking him. He watched his colleague walk in with a stack of files.

"Horrid story, don't you think? Or I suppose a lack of story because I don't know what happened exactly.

Also, the girl was found. Dead in the river. A fisherman reported it."

He gave him the files. Sergeant Higgins just stared down at the files. This is the first time something like this ever happened in Glenfallen. Every day they deal with speeding or noisy neighbours, but wow.

"So, a girl called being attacked, then a man was killed at the morgue an hour later after the call, and today the girl was found dead. What possibly..." he was at loss of words. His colleague also stayed silent, no one knew what to say. Their secretary walked in.

"Sorry Sergeant Higgins, and O'Hara. The girl is here. Darla O'Doherty, waiting to be interviewed."

"Thank you, Murphy, let her in." The man nodded and let the girl in. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she sniffed the entire way inside.

"You are Darla O'Doherty, am I correct?"

"Yes." She whispered.

“I’m sorry for your loss. Do you mind if we ask few questions?"

She sniffed. "Not at all." She clutched at a green bracelet and looked down at the ground.

The man nodded. "When did you meet Miss Os-trow-ska?"

"We met when I was 15 and she 14, at an art club."

"I see. Have you ever met Mr Ostrowski?"

She shook her head. "No. But she didn't really like him."

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"Did you see anything weird with Aniela along the years?"

"Well, she told me she met this one guy Albert Federov, but when I asked around, no one ever heard of a man called like that. She also would talk about this book, and spells in this book. She thought she could revive her mother. She really loved her mother. I'm sorry, I just-" her eyes stared to flood.

"I'm sorry for distressing you. Have you ever seen this book?"

"The thing is, we had an argument couple weeks ago, and she said she was showing me her book, but there was nothing in her hands. I wanted to ask about it but she just slammed the door in my face."

"Have you seen Miss Ostrowska any time after?"

"No, I have not."

"Alright. Last question. Where were you Friday night?"

"I was at my house, playing video games."

"Was there anyone with you?"

"Yes. My mum.”

"Alright. Thank you."

The girl nodded and sobbed her way out.

The next couple weeks Sergeant Higgins explored the possibilities at hand. When trying to find records of the man called Albert Federov, non were ever found. He and his crew went through the morgue, the Ostrowski house, Nadia's house and Aniela's locker and no book was found. Just piles of paper with scribbles and photos of the girl's mother.

Sergeant Higgins walked out of the Gardaí station and looked across the town. It was a tough week for him. He looked over time flooding river, the wind howling in his ears which made the water gush as fast as a racehorse.

The man looked at it thoughtfully, wishing it would tell him how to solve this tragedy of a girl with an obsession with her mother.