I Read The Unknown Diary

12-Intrude

The policemen studied me from top to bottom. I was still in my black sweatshirt which read FCUK. Maybe that word caught their attention. Whatever, I tried to act normal even though my heart was blasting inside due to the betrayal by that guard.

He said he would not call the cops! Didn't he?

"Who do you want?"

"I suppose you heard us. We called Ms.Stephens. And Mr.Sanders said only one woman lives here." One of the men coldly replied.

"So we want you." The other one finished off. That sounded wrong. I scrunched my eyebrows.

"Wait, we didn't mean that!" The man who wanted me said.

"Why have they come?" Mr.Sanders questioned.

"I don't know. You go, Mr.Sanders. I'll take care." I gave him a warm smile. He took his walking stick and went back to his flat.

"Come in."

Both of them sat on my couch and looked around my house as if I would hide a dead body in here or something. I'm not so brave in those kind of things, man!

"Coffee or Tea?"

"Answers." The man who was cold at me said still coldly.

"Is that a drink I'm not aware of?" What? I was trying to act casual. Also, it could help it lightening up the scenario.

The man who said they wanted me clenched his jaws. That's their names until they tell me. "Sit down."

I brought my dining table chair and sat on it, across them.

"Do you-"

"Woah, woah, woah! Tell me your names." I obscured.

"I'm Jim. Jim Harrison." The one who wanted me said. He must've been 35-40 year old because I could see his hair grey not due to the dye, but due to the age. He had narrowed eyes all the time and had scars on his hand and jawline. Something about him seemed wrong to me. I didn't know exactly.

They looked at their badges indicating the 'look-at-my-badge' look.

"I'm Tim. Tim Barney." The cold man, who was still cold said. He looked a little younger than Jim. His black hair was short and sweat dripped from his forehead even though it was a chilly morning. He looked pale and skinny.

"Brothers? Jim and Tim?" I stifled my laughter.

Tim frowned, "It's not funny." He averted his gaze to my huge family photo on the wall.

"Then tell me why are you here." I can sound cold too.

Tim looked back at me, "Do you know George Hanson?" It's confirmed. That guard got me stuck up here. Hope he gets a pain in his penis.

"Not exactly."

"How do you know him partially?" Jim smiled. Tim scowled at Jim which made Jim to stop smiling.

"He was the previous tenant in this flat..." I didn't know if I had to tell them about the diary. But I didn't want to lie, so I continued, "He left his diary in here and I wanted to give him back. I'm guilty reading a page of it to return it back to him. So I went there but he wasn't home so I came back."

"Why did you go there yesterday again?" Tim asked. This Tim is such an annoying man!

"I thought I must return the diary. Unfortunately he-" I lied.

"Died." Tim deadpans. I nodded with a sympathetic smile.

"Where were you on...um...today is Wednesday...so...where were you on Monday?" Jim cocked his eyebrow.