The very next day, I had to interrogate the beautiful O'Stone. She walked defiantly into the brightly lit room and sat at the readily drawn chair, flicking her pale lilac hair. I tried to give a nice smile but she just rolled her eyes rudely.

I cleared my throat and put the clipboard on the table. "Heather Cressida O'Stone of District Seven," I said. "I will ask you a string of questions and you must answer them as truthful as possible. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll have to shoot your beautiful heart."

Heather scowled darkly. What's with the rudeness? I thought angrily. I'm only trying to compliment her! I continued, trying to think of a sweet, brave thing to say.

"First question- will you go out with me?" I smiled.

She slapped me across the face.

I rubbed my stinging cheek and dropped the romance. She looked beautiful, seemed beautiful, but boy, was she rude. I gave her an equally mean scowl and aimed the gun at her head. The defiant look was replaced by a completely scared one.

"I'm not afraid to pull the trigger, O'Stone," I snarled. "It will save you a lot of pain, compared to the execution we've got planned for you."

Her face dropped the fear, but some wariness still remained.

"Question one. Do you have a criminal record?" I asked.

"No," she half-whispered.

"Have you ever witnessed your – umm – companion Odium Talloway committing crimes against the people or property of Panem?"

"What, actually seen it? No. I know of it and all, but… no."

"Right. Tell me and tell me honestly, do you know where the money stolen was or is hidden?"

Heather shook her head. "I wasn't even part of the robbery. I didn't know anything was taken until yesterday, I swear. Ask Odium. It was his father that he made take it."

"Then why did you flee District Seven with him?" I asked suspiciously.

"Because- because…" The word caught in her throat and one blue-white tear ran down her soft, pale skin.

"Because I… I love him."