Chicago State University - A Divergent Story. [EDITING]

Chapter 19 - Unsuspecting Personalities.

Chicago State should've been a dream. It was a nightmare. Ever since his first day, everything had spiralled out of control into something that Caleb couldn't even comprehend anymore. He should've agreed with Tris, should've told their father that he didn't want to move, too. But how would he have known that all of this would happen? How was he to know that six months after his arrival at Chicago State University he would be sitting in his living room, a drop out, waiting for a chief inspector to come and talk to him about the murderings of his friends parents?

Caleb's finger tips found their way in between his teeth. The skin around them was gnawed and un-even, bitten away through anxiety and stress. A knock on the door sounded, and Caleb ran from his seat. He opened the door, and a fave he didn't want to see stared back at him.

"Afternoon."

"Come in, Officer." Caleb said, stepping aside to let Isaac in, who walked into his house with such pride as if he owned it already.

"Parents?" Isaac asked.

"Out." Caleb answered.

"Wise choice."

Caleb lead Isaac into the dining room. They sat across from each other, Isaac at one end of the black table, Caleb at the other. Isaac pulled a device out of a bag, set it on the table and pushed a red button. Caleb guessed it was a recorder, and he guessed right.

"Do you know the reason I am here?" Isaac asked, Caleb nodded, then shook his head quickly.

Isaac smirked. "My team and I are looking into the case - but there's no real evidence to support the allegations made by yourself and your friends."

Caleb's eyebrows knotted together, and as he was about to object - Isaac spoke. "Date: March 21st. Time: 11:03 am. Reason of out call: investigation into the murderings of Mr Robert and Mrs Hana Pedrad." He checked his watch.

"Questioning begins. I must remind you that you must tell the whole truth in this investigation. If you lie or don't tell the whole story that you know, it could be held against you in court."

Caleb swallowed, hard. Court.

"When did you first meet Uriah Pedrad?" Isaac began.

"At school, Chicago State. We were in gym class together."

"What about Christina?"

"The first day I arrived. She was in the bed next to my sister, Tris. They became friends immediately."

"Did they seem like good friends?" He asked.

"Yes. They shared a dorm room in their house." Caleb told him.

"Did Christina seem friendly with Uriah?"

"No. I didn't even know they knew each other." Caleb admitted. Isaacs' eyebrows knotted together quickly, but he shrugged his shoulders and carried on.

"You were the one who took the pictures and videos of your sister and her boyfriend Four. Correct?"

Caleb bit his lip. "Yes, correct."

"Why did you do that?" Isaac questioned.

"Christina was black mailing me to do it."

"Why?"

"Because I walked in on her punishing Uriah because he didn't do something she'd told him to do right. And so, to stop her from hurting Uriah further - I took his place."

"What did she tell him to do?"

"I'm not sure. I walked in just before she'd said anything." Caleb said.

"Did she admit to committing the murder of Mr and Mrs Pedrad?" Isaac asked.

"Sort of."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Tris, Four and I went visiting Uriah in the hospital, on the day of his parents' death; and when we found their bodies - Uriah accused her of killing his parents, and she said she'd happily do it again."

"Right. No further questions on this date." Isaac said, pressing the red button on the recorder once more.

"That's it?" Caleb asked, his voice high pitched and his eyebrows high too.

"Yes. I will show myself out." Isaac said, grabbing his bag and walking out the front door of Caleb's house.

Caleb sat at the dining room table for what felt like hours. Thoughts of the conversation he'd had with ai sac flashed through his mind. His parents returned when the room was dark, and Caleb's head rested against his chest - sound asleep.

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The bar was dimly lit, the lanterns hanging the wall not really doing their job. The place was deserted, only two sat in the bar. Although empty, the bar was full of drained glasses, some stained with lip stick marks. Dishes were stacked high, cutlery carefully balanced on the tops and sides of them. Delphine sat down as Christina ran the plan through her head one last time.

"So, they just sat there and talked?" Christina asked.

"Yes, that was it. They came in, sat down, drank a drink each, talked and left." Delphine explained, shrugging her shoulders.

"The boy she was with," Christina said. "How was he?"

"Fine, as far as I could tell. Although he did look a little wary when he first walked in. He stood behind Tris like a scared child."

He is. Christina scoffed.

"Was that the first time you'd seen Tris?" Christina scratched her head.

"Yes." Delphine said, her eyes scanning the floor.

Christina's eyes narrowed to slits. She's lying. It's a known fact that if someone looks at the floor when you're talking to them - they're lying. That, or they're nervous. It was probably both. Christina thought she'd become a detective, then quickly erased the idea. She loved playing villain too much.

"You're lying. I'll ask you again. Was that the first time you'd seen Tris?"

Delphine looked taken aback. Clearly, she wasn't used to being controlled, but controlling people was something Christina loved to do. A passion of hers, a passion that when she did it, some part of her ignited inside, waking up.

"No." Delphine admitted. "Four had brought her in here for dinner once, quite a few months ago now."

"How do you know Four?"

"He's my nephew." Delphine's eyebrows quivered. As if she realised she shouldn't have said something. And she was right, Christina thought, she shouldn't have said that.

"I see." Christina said, playing it off. "Show me the tapes."

"What?"

"Don't play dumb. Show me the tapes. The ones you hid in those lanterns on the table where Tris and Uriah sat."

"You're clever." Delphine winked. "Excuse me a minute." Delphine got up from her seat, and no sooner had she left did she return with two mini microphones and a small camera. She plugged each device into an audio player. After pushing a few buttons and the adjustment of the arial - Tris and Uriah's conversation was all that Christina could hear.

"Watch this." Delphine said, switching on a tiny moniter. The moniter showed the two of them talking. Christina liked Delphine, she felt as if she could learn a lot about deception from her. After all, an ally is sometimes the best thing.

After the tapes stopped rolling and the video stopped playing, Christina had one last question. "I know why I hate Tris. But I have to ask, why do you?"

Delphine ran her tongue along her teeth, slowly. "It's not the fact that I hate her - I just don't want her around my nephew. She's bad news, bad news we all could live without."

"My thoughts exactly."

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Authors note.

*Chants* filler filler filler

Who would've suspected Delphine??
Not me anyways :P