Glumdale Police Station
Suspect Report
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DATE: October 17th 2022
CASE NUMBER: 8505830
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DETECTIVE GIBSON – Please state your name for the record.
JOHN ALLEGY – Your prime suspect.
DG – Your legal first and last name will do.
JA – John Allegy. And yours?
DG – As you are aware, my name is officer Gibson. But we are here to talk about you and Sarah.
JA – Ah yes, Sarah. This woman I have absolutely no connection to, yet you all claim I’ve killed.
DG – Well we have evidence that proves otherwise, Mr.Allegy.
JA – Like what?
DG – Your fingerprints on the murder weapon, for one.
JA – And how can you prove they weren’t planted?
DG – So you’re claiming you were framed?
JA – Yes, I’ve never even met that woman.
DG – And why would someone want to frame you?
JA – I have a lot of enemies.
DG – With enough bad blood to frame you for murder?
JA – Yes.
DG – You’re really grasping at straws here, Mr.Allegy.
JA – Am I? You’re the one who busted into my apartment at 4:AM, accusing me of murdering that woman.
DG – That is standard protocol.
JA – Sure it is. Um, could I get a soda? I’m parched from all this arguing.
DG – If you stop lying to me, then yes. Now, let’s go over your alibi again.
JA – Again? You have forgotten that fast?
DG – Indulge me.
JA – I had the day off work and I had booked tickets to the big hockey game. Afterwards I celebrated the local teams win in the sports bar on seventh street. Then I went home.
DG – And what time did you arrive at the bar and leave the bar?
JA – I got there around, eight? And I didn’t go home until after midnight. The bartender can vouch for me. Lucy is her name, sweet girl.
DG – We did talk to the bartender but there was some time unaccounted for. Apparently you entered the washroom around 11:05 and didn’t exit until 12:20. That was the same time Sarah Kallborn was killed. Not to mention her apartment was only a block away.
JA – Oh yeah well, I can tell you now, I had some of those pickled eggs and my stomach didn’t adjust to them well. Let’s just put it that way.
DG – That’s your excuse? You were using the washroom at the time of the murder.
JA – Yes.
DG – Isn’t that convenient?
JA – When you think about it, it kind of is, isn’t it?
DG – So, we have an hour that no one can account for during the exact time the victim was murdered, your fingerprints on the baseball bat used to smash in the victims head, and yet you still claim your innocent?
JA – Yes. And I want a massive and sincere apology from your whole unit after this.
DG – I bet you do.
JA – Excuse me? You’re the one who has derailed my entire life because of a misunderstanding. Even after I have told you and multiple other detectives that I didn’t kill that woman! It’s unbelievable!
DG – Calm down.
JA – Calm down? Calm down? I never followed that woman home, I never broke into her apartment, I never smashed her head in with a baseball bat, I never threw the weapon out the fourth floor window! I don’t understand why you are accusing me of this! I’m leaving.
DG – Sir, you cannot leave right now. You have been arrested and we are questioning you.
JA – Our justice system is fucked.
DG – You know, John. We never told you the bat was thrown out the apartment window or that Sarah lived on the fourth floor. I find it interesting that you know that information.
JA – I, Um, I… I saw it on a case file as you walked me in, someone left it open on their desk. You still think I did this?
DG – By what you just said you’re not helping your case, John.
JA – Well I didn’t do this! I am not capable of harming another human being.
DG – No? Let me refresh your memory. In 2017 you were charged with aggravated assault but was let off because the victim killed herself before the trial. In 2018 there were thirteen domestic dispute calls to you and your wifes address in one year. You don’t handle your anger well? Do you?
JA – Those were all misunderstandings.
DG – Were they, John?
JA – They were! Even if I did kill that woman, and I’m not saying I did, I have no motive, I have never met that woman before in my life.
DG – See John? I can’t help you if you keep lying to me.
JA – I am not lying, I am telling you the truth!
DG – And see? There is another one. We have security camera footage of you and Sarha kissing outside of the Deli on Wonderland road.
JA – What? No, no, that can’t be true.
DG – Well it is, look.
JA – No. No. No! I… That woman’s name is Clarice, she’s a prostitute.
DG – So you do know the victim?
JA – That’s not the victim, the victim’s name is Sarah. That’s Clarice.
DG – Alright. And how do you know Clarice?
JA – She’s a prostitute.
DG – You are aware solicitation is a crime, correct?
JA – I didn’t sleep with her… I… After my wife left me I got really lonely. I wasn’t big into that intimacy stuff, that’s one of the reasons she left me. I just miss someone to be around, someone to hold space for me. I paid Clarice to randomly meet me in public or to go for walks with me. I- I never slept with her.
DG – Yet you kissed her?
JA – Kissing is much different than sex.
DG – So, Sarah had a secret life as a prostitute?
JA – That isn’t Sarah, her name is Clarice!
DG – But look, their pictures are side by side. Don’t they look the same?
JA – I guess they do, but that can’t be true, Clarice would never lie to me.
DG – No?
JA – She loved me!
DG – She loved you?
JA – Yes! The last day I saw her, we confessed our feelings for eachother.
DG – Then what happened?
JA – We were going to run away together, I know there were rumors going around my work that the boss was going to fire me. But she said her work was too important.
DG – Her job as a prostitute?
JA – But all I could think about were other mens hand on her and how she would rather that, rather be touched by dozens of other people then be with me.
DG – That made you mad, didn’t it?
JA – It did! I yelled at her and we had a big fight in front of the deli.
DG – Was this the same day the photo was taken?
JA – Yes.
DG – Okay, tell me what happened next.
JA – I don’t remember a lot of what happened after that. But I would never put a hand on Clarice!
DG – Because you loved her?
JA – And she loved me.
DG – Is there anything you do remember from that night, John?
JA – I went to that sports bar and I drank. I just wanted my pain to end. And I ate some of the pickles that the bar offers, they didn’t sit well in my stomach. I spent an hour in the bathroom.
DG – You ate pickles?
JA – Yes, they were dill and garlic.
DG – Okay. So, John. What happened when you came back from the washroom?
JA – I remember my anxiety was worse than it was before, I was dazed. I was very drunk. But drinking isn’t a crime!
DG – No, but it’s not an excuse for a crime either.
JA – What do you mean?
DG – John, did Clarice ever show you where she lived?
JA – Yes, she let me walk her home one day.
DG – Were you mad that Clarice rejected you?
JA – Of course I was mad. I poured my heart out to that woman and she chose being a whore over a future with me!
DG – Did you visit Clarice’s house that night?
JA – Are you accusing me of killing Clarcie? I would never hurt her! I loved her!
DG – Sure you loved her, but you were just another paycheck for Clarice, weren’t you?
JA – No, she wasn’t like that.
DG – But you told me, she was a prostitute and you paid her to spend time with you. Do you really think that if you stopped paying her she would still want to be with you?
JA – You don’t know what you’re talking about.
DG – Don’t I? If she really cared for you then she would have quit her job to be with you. But you were just another john.
JA – No, that’s not true!
DG – Alright, Then prove me wrong.
JA – I…
DG – You can’t, can you?
JA – She would never hurt me.
DG – It was all a loving fantasy for you, wasn’t it? But the second reality hit and you remembered you were no more than someone paying for her time, your heart broke. You had so many strong emotions that you had no idea what to do with them.
JA – Clarice broke my heart.
DG – So you spent the night drinking to try and drown out your pain. But once the alcohol had clouded your mind you decided it was a good idea to go over to her apartment and talk to her.
JA – I… I didn’t want to hurt her. But I was sad and angry and I just wanted to try and talk some sense into her. I wanted to tell her that she was worth more than those dirty mens money!
DG – Of course you did, because you truly cared for her, didn’t you?
JA – I do! I marched up to her apartment and when she answered the door she looked afraid. I didn’t know why, she had always trusted me before.
DG – What happened next, John?
JA – She tried slamming the door in my face but I pushed my way in, I just wanted to talk! She threatened to call the police and I started to panic, I tried batting the phone out of her hands and accidentally pushed her to the floor. Clarice kept on screaming and screaming and she wouldn’t shut up! I needed her to be quiet, I couldn’t think…
DG – And you hit her with the baseball bat to keep her quiet?
JA – No! I just wanted the screaming to stop. I held a pillow over her face until she stopped! I knew she lived in a bad area with nosey neighbors and I didn’t need them to come through the door.
DG – Then what, John?
JA – She was lying unconscious on the floor, I kept passing through the apartment trying to make sense of the situation. I kept replaying the whole situation again and again in my head and I got so angry thinking about how she chose her job over me. How she choose doing… That, over me. I just got angrier and angrier and then I blacked out.
DG – You blacked out?
JA – The next thing I remember was seeing Clarice dead and wrapped in a bloody drop cloth. And then I didn’t feel so angry anymore.