Invisible

Chapter Thirteen - Interrogation

Arriving at the wing of the academy that housed the guard's various offices, Bree noticed it was right next to the hospital wing. She stopped as she entered the long corridor unsure of where to head. 

"Third door on the left, please." The man behind her spoke for the first time since arriving at her door. 

Bree nodded, walked to the door and opened it. Inside, there was a simple table in the middle of the room. On one side of the table sat a single, broken looking chair, opposite were two expensive looking office chairs. Bree rolled her eyes and moved to take the single chair. Once she was seated the man nodded at her and backed out, shutting the door as he went.

Bree looked around the barren room, letting her mind wander. There was a empty cork board set up in one corner and a half empty water cooler in the other. Franky, Bree thought, this place is down right depressing. Thankfully the door opened and two different men walk in just as Bree finished her survey.

The bigger one with shady blond hair, that to Bree looked quite familiar, nodded at her. "Hello."

"Hello." She replied.

He cleared his throat before speaking again. "I'm agent Henry Andrews," he turned, ignoring the flash of recognition he saw on her face and gestured towards the smaller man, "and this is agent John Brimstone. We need to ask you a few question, okay?"

Bree nodded at the man she suspected to be Jace's father and waited for them to begin.

"Uh, okay then." He cleared his throat awkwardly.  "Name?"

"Bree Micheals."

"Age?" Henry asked, voice becoming more gruff and unfriendly.

"Seventeen."

"Bars?"

"Excuse me?"

"What is your bar rating, Ms. Micheals?"

"Is that a necessary question?"

Agent Brimstone quirked an eyebrow at her. "Well I suppose I could go pull it from your files..."

"It won't be there. My parents had all my files restricted."

The two men shared a look but eventually nodded, "Do you live alone Ms. Micheals?"

"Yes."

"May I ask where are your parents?"

"You may. They're dead." Bree said, putting on a brave front. She watched the pity flash across the men's faces as they mumbled their condolences before they continued their questioning.

"And do you attend training and classes here?"

"Yes. Always have."

"And were you in the foyer at anytime on the fourth of April? Exactly one week ago today?"

Bree thought for a moment even though she knew exactly what day they were talking about. "I believe I passed through there, yes." 

"Did anything...unusual happen will you were passing through, Bree?" John asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Apparently I passed out."

"Apparently?" Jace's father interjected.

"Yes, apparently. Your son was there when I woke up in the hospital. Both him and the doctor there informed me I had been found in the foyer unconscious." Bree raised her eyebrows daring the men to contradict her.

"But you don't remember being in the foyer before you became unconscious?" Jace's father backtracked.

"No."

"Then what exactly do you remember?"

"I  remember leaving training on the fourth. Next thing I know I'm in the hospital and they're telling me I was found in the foyer."

Jace's father's eyes took on a glint Bree didn't like. "And so you do not remember any events that may or may not have occurred in the foyer during that day?"  Bree's eyebrows pulled together. Henry's tone seemed to be implying that he already knew the answer to his own question, but that couldn't be.

"No sir." Bree replied firmly.

Jace's father turned to face the other man. They seemed to silently agree on something before leaving the room.

"What do you think?" Agent Brimstone asked Bree's father once he had shut the door.

"She seems..."

"Off?"

"Yes."

"But what could a seventeen year old be hiding?"

"Exactly, Brimstone, exactly. All I know is when Jace and the doctor asked her, she was leaving English class now all of a sudden she was in training. Bree Micheals is hiding something and one thing I know for sure is that it's bigger than her parents death."

Bree took the air into her lungs like she'd been suffocating for hours. The questioning hadn't gone well, she was sure. At first everything seemed fine but after Jace's father and Agent Brimstone had reentered the room to set up another time for a few more questions Bree could feel the shift in atmosphere. It felt as if she'd slipped up in some way and now they knew her secrets.

Bree was terrified. She didn't want the one good deed she'd ever done to be her undoing.

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