Andy & His Half Clogged Brain

3

Present

He pulls a chair and makes himself comfortable in it .

"What a sight".

These are the first words to come out of this man. Robert Nicaro was the name written on the card alongside a number. Calling him was the first thing on my agenda today. After fixing an appointment with his secretary here he was in his full glory. I had been waiting for him in the same room where I was interrogated yesterday. While Toby was just outside the room on guard his side profile was visible through the glass. For Roberts safety I had been handcuffed again. My back aches from sleeping on the hard stone with the thinnest comforter possible and had been given bitter hot water in the name of coffee. Better to enjoy these little things while they last.

"Andy Jones, age 39, former employee of Madocs Pvt. Ltd. ,currently you work in a pub" .

"I was told you are a lawyer not a snooping dog". He brings his chair closer to me, smirks at me and says

"If I was you I would think twice before opening my mouth because this is how you would be treated from here onwards ,by almost everyone and they wont be as generous as me to tolerate youre indecency".

Suddenly theres a change in his demeanour as if its saying now its strictly business

"You were found in your house, with a dead wifes body, a hole in her chest which was formed from a firearm belonging to you"

"If one more person says that I killed my wife I would actually start to believe it". I dont intend to but I shout these words at him. But instead of reprimanding me his eyes are on someone else behind me , Toby who immediately corrects his stance . It appears as if he was snooping on us.

"This is one of the reasons you need to get out of her as soon as possible", he says while turning his face back to me .

"No one can be trusted". He takes out a couple of, one could say folded sheets , straightens them and following it takes out a pen from the inner pocket of his jacket. He passes all these things to me

"Sign wherever you see a cross". The task of turning the pages with cuffed hands was proving to be a little difficult that to with no help but I quietly did as I was told.

'The sheets are quite crumpled for an important document', I mutter underneath my breath.

Compiling all the documents after I have signed he says

"Don't say anything to the officers if they interrogate you in my absence, no statements should be given to anyone without me knowing and lastly", he gives me a you know look and says

"Try to keep your temper down, you cant slur you're way out of here". He smacks me on the head with those sheets rolled in a cylindrical form.

"What are you going to do with those?", I ask him

"You'll find out soon".

The jiggling of the keys goes unheard by me just like all the noises I have managed to out tune in the police station.

"Come out".

Its like they have a hold over me which they actually do as my legs take me before my mind could even conjure up what was going on. Officer Mark has an accusatory gaze for me as if what was about to go down was done by me, actually it was but surely wasnt started by me. No pleasantries were exchanged nor am I told to sit down. A pen and yet another sheets of paper are handed out to me. I know what needs to be done without saying . After signing Toby returns my belongings which consists of merely my phone, an extra key to the pub and drivers license sealed in a zip lock bag.