The Bodies One By One

Chapter 17

Storm watched Graves in the interrogation room, his hands in his pockets, 'you don't like this guy do you?' Baloc joined his side and watched the man at the table.

'How'd you guess?'

Baloc tapped his finger on the table in front of him, 'we're going to head in', they moved to the door, but Baloc suddenly turned to Storm and poked him int the chest, 'get yourself together, I don't need you going off at him', he raised his eyebrows at Storm and Storm put his hands up as if he was surrendering, 'no worries'.

Graves leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed, he didn't look impressed at all, 'you're wasting your time boy', he muttered but both of them ignored him, 'you use those tools quite often am I right?' Storm said, but Graves looked away from him, 'whatever', and Storm's eye twitched in annoyance, and Baloc decided to take over.

'You're not the only one using the tools though am I right? That kid, Jackie?'

'Jackson'.

Graves corrected him, 'and yes, he uses them as well, but not that often, the one to use them was James'. 

'But now Jackson will be taking over'.

'The kid doesn't know shit'.

Storm cocked an eyebrow at him, 'I thought you liked him?' But Graves shook his head, 'fuck no, he doesn't know shit, I know he's only there because of Mr. Holly's daughter'.

'Why'd you hire him in the first place?'

Graves shook his head in defeat, 'thought the kid had potential, but I guess I was wrong, I need help in this store and now James is gone and I have someone who has no brain... What the fuck am I supposed to do?'

'Maybe talk to your daughter about getting any friends to apply for a position?'

Graves glared at him, his eyes grew wide as saucers, 'how'd you-? You fuckers! You spoke to her?'

'Of course, we're doing thorough searches and we're only ruling people out'.

Graved stood up immediately, rounded the table and grabbed Storm by the neck, just the way Storm had done to him back at the mechanic shop.
Storm tried to fight him, but Baloc was able to get in between them, 'that's enough!' He bellowed, and he gripped Graves's top, pulling him back to his seat. Storm and Graves glared at each other, basically burning holes into each others heads.

'Sit. Down'.

Baloc ordered to the both of them and they followed his order, 'Graves, we have to do these things, Mr. Holly is dead, there are connections, we just need help, but you're doing the complete opposite. Even though you had a small dispute with Mr. Holly, you seem to have still gotten along with him, so don't you want to help us find the killer?'
Graves seemed to deflate in his chair, 'I would never hurt him, he was a good guy and yes we'd fight, but it was only really us two in the shop and that brainless kid, so things got stressful. James and I... We're different people and we have our own ways of dealing with things'.
Storm personally had never owned a business, so he had to give it to Graves, the man was now alone. 
There was a knock on the door and Baloc nudged Storm's shoulder and motioned for him to take it. When Storm answered, it was Rushforth, so Storm excused himself and slipped out into the hallway, though his hand was still on the doorknob, 'what's going on? Did you find anything?' Judging by Rushforth's expression of annoyance, he could tell that he had found nothing, 'there's blood on their... But no finger prints, the killer may have worn gloves'. 
Storm raked his fingers through his hair in frustration, 'fucking hell, we're going to have to let this guy go'.

'No proper evidence;.

Storm nodded and he re-entered the room to tell Baloc, 'nothing, no finger prints', he quietly said and Baloc closed his eyes, trying to take in the information, they thought they had a lead, turns out they weren't there just yet. 
Storm's eyes met Graves, but this time, there was no evidence of distaste and Graves showed none either.