Ricardo Figueroa Interview Short Story

Ricardo Figueroa Interview - Arika Davis

I slouched back into the hard plastic chair. My dark eyes took in all of my surroundings. I carefully studied the dirty green colored carpeted flooring, the stained plaster walls, and the desk that stood before me. My eyes traced along the the legs of desk, which were carved to look like a lion’s leg. My eyes stopped on the foot of the leg. The foot was artistically carved to look like a giant paw of a lion with talons of an eagle. The workmanship impressed me, but my blank facial expression did not change. “Remarkable,” I said to no one in particular. “Yes, quite remarkable isn’t it,” agreed Preston Cartwright, a tall, unreadable man who rode along with me and Esmerelda and the rest of the group on a bus to the casino. I straightened up in my seat, a quick look of surprise on my face followed with a quick expression of disdain. I forced my face to set back into its blank, unreadable expression. “Ah, so you do show expression.’’ Cartwright plopped down in a plastic chair across from me, throwing his leg over his other as he relaxed back into the chair. “A sudden raise of the eyebrows, the eyes widening, and the mouth

“Did you ever see Bernard Weaver that night? Like a run in at the casino or in the halls?” “Now that I think about it, I did see that nervous wreck pacing around the hallways of the hotel. He looked like a mental patient, walking back and forth like a madman. He was muttering about some money he owed. Yet here he was wasting it away at a casino.” I shook my head in disdain. “Did he really think he was going to win any of the slots? The guy is absolutely crazy. But as I was saying, I saw him pacing up and down the halls as I headed back to room at about four o five in the morning. That’s the last time I saw him.” “Do you know of anyone in the group that would have the intention to murder Mr. Weaver? Did you overhear any conversations about him from the