Chapter 29:
11th of November, 2020.
3:17pm.
"Why the fuck am I here, again?"
The policeman places the knife in the clear sealed bag on the table.
They're in a different interrogation room, this time. Bigger. Less intense.
Good.
There's policemen patrolling the busy room, making their way towards the holding cells, some having elaborate phone calls at desks, some tidying up old files.
This policeman is young, with caramel toned skin. Glossy.
Soft to touch, Fallon assumes.
She grins.
"Why the long face? Stressful day? Awh" She mocks, frowning. She laughs, tilting her head back in the process, before noticing the police woman standing right behind her. She lifts her head back up, abruptly. "No handcuffs today, I see" .
She sighs, shaking her empty wrists.
Even without the cuffs, she still feels extremely trapped. Isolated.
She's never experienced true freedom.
What does it even feel like?
Confinement. Imprisoned.
That's all she knows.
Cornered like an animal, by an invisible zookeeper in her head, living comfortably embedded in her own thoughts, rent free.
The policeman taps on the clear bag. "Our investigators have discovered your hidden fingerprints on the knife that Divine Lane 'supposedly' used to stab you in the chest. You never mentioned where the knife came from, so why are your fingerprints all over it?"
Fallon immediately curses herself, irritated that she didn't manage to wipe all of her fingerprints from the knife in time, before the police arrived.
She begins to chuckle. "Is that what you brought me here for, again?" She turns to face the police woman behind her. "Seriously?" She finds the situation quite amusing.
Their faces stay still. Silent.
"We both struggled for the knife, obviously. I wasn't just going to let her stab me. I had to fight back. " Fallon rolls her eyes. "Case solved, can I go now?"
She rises from her seat.
The police woman frowns. " So you both held the knife at some point during this event? Why didn't you mention that during your questioning?" Suspicion showers her eyes.
Fallon sits back down, sighing.
"Well, quite frankly, you didn't ask"
"Okay then. Is there anything else that you missed out on, that you'd like to tell us?" The policeman jots down notes.
Fallon shakes her head, leaning back in her seat.
The police woman takes hold of the telephone by the side desk, nearly placed by the cream walls of the police station.
Fallon's eyes wander across the room.
They land on the dull windows, hardly allowing any sunlight to flow through onto the brown carpets. Depression. Isolation.
That's what this place reminds her of.
Even the monotonous interior reflects the tedious atmosphere that surrounds them.
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