Law and Order- complete

XXIV

Approximately seven minutes ago, Harry and I had approached the vile realization that the murder he'd spent ten years trying to render himself innocent of, was committed by his mother.

I wish I could tell you what state he was in, but I couldn't. My mind was busy running a hundred miles per hour, dust flying in every crevice, covering each rational thought I had and leaving me with a jumbled mess of questions and faded connections of the world's most difficult puzzle pieces.

It was something that slapped me across the face then proceed to violently shake me. I tried to recall anything that would have brought me to this conclusion sooner as I stood next to Harry's computer, my fist in my mouth and my chest rising and falling drastically.

Sharon continuously tried to get Harry to take a plea deal. She refused to hear him out when he had any "evidence", telling him to stop holding onto the past and even writing a letter in his name to send to the court.

But why? What the fuck was her motive for killing him?

Could she have known Jason and Harry switched spots? And blamed Jason for getting caught? Harry had told me some weeks ago that being in ChiPhi meant you had power. Did she want Harry to have power that badly that she'd go as far as murdering the guy who fucked it up? And why? Harry's father may stay in Europe but from what I heard, he's filthy fucking rich. Was there more that she wanted? That she could get without having to travel across the globe?

And the flashdrive.

Who left the flash drive? They knew. They knew what Sharon had done, they knew where Harry lived. How did they even get it?

Harry sits on the couch, sat up with his elbows on his knees and hands clasped together. He released jagged breath through moderately parted lips and his gaze stayed on the floor as he thought. That wrinkle between his brows appeared as they furrowed deeply.

"Harry," I have to clear my throat to level my voice, "Harry."

He looks up to me, pressing his lips together and clenching his jaw. I figure this is as much of a response as I'm going to get so I inhale a soft breath and make my way toward him, kneeling down where he sat and setting my hands in my lap.

"What are you thinking?"

At this, he breathes through his nostrils and shakes his head, his eyes closing briefly. "I don't fuckin' know, Logan." His voice is defeated.

I rest a hand on his knee, "Maybe we can call her? Or go to her house. Just ask some questions. There has to be more to it. Do you really believe she'd do that?"

"It doesn't matter what I believe, the video shows the proof, she did it." He gestures to the laptop frustratedly.

"I know, but we can't stop here. You still need to talk to her-"

"And say what? Some random fucking person dropped a flash drive off at my front door with a video of her murdering him?"

"Wait." I lean back, my brows furrowing, "You told me all that footage was gone. That those cameras weren't working that night."

Harry opens his mouth to talk, only to close it, a confused look spreading across his features as well.

"Whoever got this video was either there that night, or they know the entire truth. We need to figure out who it was because the cops themselves said the footage... Fuck! Soto! He was one of the first cops!" I connect the dots, quickly standing to my feet and snapping and pointing at Harry.

"You think he helped my mom murder someone?"

"No, but he helped her cover it up," I say, "He did that. He covered up murderers dealing with the frat. His frat. His nephew was the fucking' president for fucks sake, he didn't want another member's mom going down for the murder of one."