Inside The Mind

Chapter 5

LAURIE

"They ran to my side and helped me to a bench and sat there with me".

"These two girls are the friends you speak of"? I knew the answer but I was having a breakthrough with Annabelle and I wanted to make sure she knew I was listening. Eventually, with time I'll have my confession. 

"Yes. Sarah and Marie. They listened to me and took great concern for me. That day they walked me home and promised to be at the park every day if I ever needed someone. So it became a clear ritual over the years to go to the park, after school during the school year and all day long during summer vacation. They protected me".

I dropped my eyes from her, they protected her by murdering a man? It didn't make sense, that man had a life. A job, a family; he was a son and brother. How did girls at a park helping a crying child of 12 end up murdering for her at 17.

"Alright. Annabelle they helped you when you needed it. Why did they help you murder someone"?

Annabelle's face turned upside down and in a salutary Voice she replied, "In due time you'll begin to understand". This angered me, she wanted time I was going to give it to her. It was nearly a new day coming and I still hadn't even begun to get a confession on the murder of a man in a garage. Just a story on a hard and abused childhood where two girls came to help. By murder though? That's what I wanted to figure out. How it lead to that.

I stared at Annabelle's face as I grabbed my notes and pushed the chair from underneath of me. "Well we have all the time it'll take to hear about it, but I'll be right back". The first time Annabelle ever looked at me when she first came in, she looked alone and scared.  But now she looked confident and unafraid, it was like her whole persona switched right before my eyes and I didn't even catch it.

"Okay Ms. Daniels. You think you could bring me a jacket, it's chilly in here".

Her body wasn't the only thing chilly, her voice became chilled and unconcerned about the whole situation. As if she had it all figured out. Wish I could figure it out as easily, but I'll let her stew for a little while.

I walk out of the interrogation room feeling like a failure, in every definition of the word. How hard was it to get this girl to confess to a murder that she clearly did. All evidence pointed to her, do I stick to my I want to be your friend routine or switch it up to bad cop? The decision was So unclear; but one thing was clear I was tired and in need of a cup of coffee. Stalking towards the coffee machine eyes watering as I let out a huge yawn.

"Get that confession Daniels"? I twirl around nearly spilling my hot water onto my thin blouse, I was eye to eye with Chief Matthews. "I asked a question Daniels". His Voice was firm and serious, his face just as serious.

"It's going slowly but going". I turn my head before I could see the disappointment on his face, adding creamer and sugar to my coffee to busy my hands.

"Prints came back, he was a doctor. And her's are the only ones in the garage. Tell her we know it was her. Get that confession Daniels. If I didn't think she'll freeze up and stop talking I'll send in someone else to get it". I groaned without worrying if he heard me or not. "I don't Care about your attitude, listen to her story. Play along. Get the truth. Get that damn confession". He stormed away and I watched him leave, anger and frustration in every step he made and all eyes on me.

Play along. Get the truth. Get the confession. Time to play.