Over my dead body ~James Barnes~

Part 22

"I'm sorry what?" I say with a small laugh to the two men that are standing in James' Livingroom. Murder on Jason? My colleague Jason?

"I'm sorry to bother you Miss, but we would like to ask you some questions." Jack repeats since he noticed my confusion and I don't know what the fuck is going on.

Before I could say anything the two men take a seat in front of me. They sit on two chairs next to the fireplace while I'm sitting on the couch, waiting for James to join me. He holds two coffee cups in his hand and gives it to them while I'm still holding mine.

My heart starts racing, I feel sick, and I could cry. Two officers standing in front of me is brining flashbacks from the night My husband, Dylan died.

Two officers telling me someone's dead. Again.

"As you know, your colleague, Jason Fields is murdered in an alley behind the hospital." One of the officers tells me while squeezing his eyes, looking right at me with James next to me.

He's testing me.

"I didn't know that actually. Nobody informed me until now." I say while frowning my eyebrows at them both. But it's true, nobody at the hospital called me. Nobody texted me. Nothing.

I don't know when it happened, or why. But I'm not about to go down for something I didn't do. Not again.

"My apologies. Someone should've informed you. We would've conveyed it in a calmer way. There were no intentions to overwhelm you or..." Jack looks at James who's sitting next to me, leaning back on the couch with his hand on my back.

"James Barnes." He says with an irritated tone, rubbing my back slowly up and down. "You and Mr. Barnes." Jack says, finishing his sentence.

"Well, It's Sunday and I haven't worked since Wednesday. So maybe that's why nobody told me. I've been free these past 4 days." I tell them and I see them both share a glance to each other.

"Were you friends with Jason?" He asks me while the other one has a notebook in his hand and a pencil, writing down every single word I say.

"Not really, just colleague." I say as I bring my coffee cup to my lips, I can see James staring at every little movement I make.

How can he even pay attention to me while there two officers sitting in front of us.

"The body was found behind the hospital, it got left behind in cold blood. The person who did that really didn't give a fuck about the body. There were no fingerprints or any evidence at the crime scene that could lead us to the killer." Jack says while looking at me and James.

"Did you know if he got enemies whatsoever?" He asks again, and I see Zach wringing things up. I'm wondering what since I've said nothing special.

"Like I said, we weren't friends. Just colleague, so I wouldn't know if he had enemies or not." I say bold. I know what they're doing. I can be smart. I am smart.

I've been there done that. But I'm not sure if they know. In fact,... I think they don't know about my past. My criminal record doesn't exist anymore.

Zach keeps writing things down on his note and I don't dare to look at James whose hand is still on my back. I'm afraid that If I look at him, it's suspicious for no reason.

"When was the last time you two worked together?" He asks again, he's taking a big sip of his coffee and he looks at James for a second. Scanning his posture to get something out of it.

"Two months ago, I think." I tell them honestly. We don't really work together. We work on the same floor but when he has morning shifts, I have night, and the other way around.