I genuinely think the officers were trying to talk to me, but I was too fixated with my own thoughts to acknowledge them. My investigation must focus on determining who this person was and why he would say such vile things about Mia. However, this also raises the question "Has Mia been entirely honest with me so far? Is she trying to hide something? And if she was, would the girls be aware of it, or are they just as clueless as I am?".
When one of the officers opened my door, I was completely taken out of my thoughts. "Is it going to be needed to restrain you, or will you continue to behave in the manner that you have for the past 20 minutes?".
"What would be the point of a restraint now, wouldn't you think? In the occasion that I wanted to make a run for it, I would not wait until we reached the station." I responded in a sarcastic manner. The officer did not seem to like my tone, so he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and dragged me away from the vehicle. As soon as I stepped out of the car, he grabbed my shoulder and led me to the interrogation room.
In this very small white room with only enough space for a black square table and two chairs, there was no room for anything else.
"An agent will be with you in a brief moment". The officer told me to sit down and then walked out the door, locking the door behind him as he did so.
I didn't have time to gather my thoughts before an agent in a black suit and a suitcase walked in. He tried to appear serious and tough, but he was significantly smaller than me, so we'll just go with it, I guess.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Cavill," he said as he took a seat opposite me at the table. "First and foremost, I'd like to express my sympathies to your wife, as I'm sure this must be a difficult time for you."
"Could you please refrain from referring to her as if she were no longer alive? She could regain consciousness at any time." My blood was boiling, but I knew that if I showed any anger, it would make the situation worse.
"And that is precisely why you have come here today. We're trying to figure out who was responsible for what happened to Ms. Wall, and there's some evidence that points to you that we'd like to talk about." He took a grey folder out of his suitcase and placed it in front of him.
"From what I understand, Ms. Wall was working as a photography director in the tv series in which you are starring," he said, continuing to look at his notes, "is that correct?"
"It is, in fact."
"Did this happen to be how you met?"
"Yes".
"Did you start dating right away?"
"No, it took us a few months before we were able to properly start dating."
"Can you tell me how many months you think it took?"
"How about 3-4 months? It's difficult to say ".
The agent scribbled that down on his notes and didn't even bother to look back. "If I understand correctly, you were working with your ex-girlfriend, Ms. Lucy Cork, as a stunt double, which I believe to be correct."
"It is, in fact."
"I was wondering if there was any jealousy between these two women at any point during the filming."
Is it relevant for me to bring up Lucy and how she is blackmailing me?
My attorney is already aware of the situation, and we have evidence.
But what if they're both connected in some way? Fuck it.
"The jealousy on Lucy's part was noticeable, but Mia didn't even acknowledge it. They had barely any interaction whatsoever."
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Perfect Storm
FanfictionMy body felt so light, as if I was floating. It was like I was in one of those trance dreams psychics keep talking about, those out of body experiences. My legs carried me without my mind having to think about it, my arms opening doors that I wouldn...
