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Sullins's first interview - the cleaning lady.
As a cleaner, I don't get noticed much. People don't pay much attention to me; they recognise I'm there but they don't fully process the fact. Sometimes it feels they notice the water cooler more than me. It gets to you, but sometimes it's not so bad, and sometimes it's even useful.
"Miss Lindsey, please have a seat. I'm Richard Sullins from the Internal Affairs Bureau. I'd like to ask you a few questions about Special Agent Mahone."
Alexander Mahone has been working here almost as long as I have. I had a great deal of respect for the man and the vigour with which he did his job. He was also one of the few people to really notice me. Of course, I guess he had to when I was one of the few people still around on the frequent times he worked late. But more than that, he was kind - he would say hello in passing, and thank me every single time I cleaned his office.
"I understand you work in his department? You clean his office regularly?"
"Twice a week."
Being in a position where people don't often notice you enable a person to hear and see things that other might not. When people don't see you, they don't put their guards up to prevent you from seeing them. Alexander Mahone was not one of these people. When he took a phone call that wasn't to be overheard or did paperwork that wasn't to be seen, he asked me to leave, politely, which is more than can be said for most.
"And in a position like that you might happen to notice things that most people don't. You might ... hear or see things that others don't."
But even the most careful of men can't keep their barriers up all the time, and sometimes you just have to be in the right place at the right time - or the wrong place at the wrong time depending on how you look at it.
"Is there anything you can tell me, Miss Lindsey, regarding Special Agent Mahone that might be unbefitting of a federal agent?"
I don't know what was in the pill pot. I knew what it was - at my age I was more than familiar with the appearance of a pill pot - but what was in it I couldn't say. Through the glass I couldn't hear the words exchanged between Alexander and the drug dealer but I saw the drugs pass from hand to hand, and the sudden calm wash over the agent when he swallowed one of the pills.
"Anything at all that? We know that he has been threatening towards those that have information which would damage his reputation, and if that is then case you needn't worry. We can protect you and anyone connected to you that he may have threatened to hurt."
It's not my place to dictate what a man does. Alexander Mahone was good - brilliant - at his job. He was a good man who had a kind word for almost anyone. I'd seen enough to know that being a federal agent was a stressful job. If he needed a little assistance to deal with that, then that was his prerogative.
"No, sir, I've never seen anything. Mister Mahone has always been kind to me. I can’t imagine that he would do anything to jeopardise his career or the reputation of this bureaucracy."