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L watched the feed from the interrogation room where Ume Kitamura was placed in and left alone by Aizawa. His mind turned as he took in all the details he could from just watching. Her clothes were stylish but not in an overt way. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, allowing some brown locks to fall around her face. It was worth noting her subtle makeup, lip gloss, blush, eye liner blended with neutral eyeshadow. Like her clothes, it was trendy but understated. There was ink on her fingers, indicating she was left-handed and had been working on something, homework or perhaps a drawing. They had picked her up on campus and had found her in the student center, reading a psychology textbook.
Her eyes focused on the laptop in front of her, he saw her eyes flick to the side of the camera, noting the red light that indicated it was on. The audio picked only the sounds of her breathing and movements as she adjusted herself in the chair. She seemed nervous, as to be expected but kept her cool. She didn't react like a caged animal, like a killer that had been caught.
Of course this could all be an act. A careful facade crafted to convince everyone she was a normal university student. Perhaps some time alone in the interrogation room could cause a crack in the mask.
The chances of her being Kira was less than 3%, much less than where Light stood at the moment. But he couldn't rule it out entirely to solely pursue Light. Ume Kitamura had much in common with Light. Light was about to take his entrance exams to the same university she attended, their fathers are both police officers, and both are exceptional students. Could Kira be two people? The possibility was about 1%.
From what he could tell from the surveillance of her household, Ume was not in contact with Light. She had a friend or two over to visit but their research into those people hadn’t indicated anything of interest. Just normal students. She had higher than average intelligence but other than that, Ume Kitamura was a normal 19 year old woman. She had seen the news broadcasts of the criminals who had died of heart attacks shortly after. L reviewed the tapes closely but hadn't seen anything indicate that she had killed them.
“How much longer are you going to make her wait, Ryuzaki? She looks like she’s going crazy in there,” Matsuda protested. Ume had risen out of her chair and had begun pacing.
“A reasonable reaction to her situation, I’m sure. I believe it’s time to start.” L nodded and pressed the button in front of him. He leaned into the microphone.
“Miss Kitamura, if you are ready, please take a seat.”