Adam Douglas imagines

Evidence

I sat admittedly nervous. Part of me wanted to be open and honestly tell them everything but another part of me wanted to be as silent as a mouse. I had a horrible feeling this was all going to come and pin on me somehow. I did my best not to glance around the room as I knew glances would be taken by these detectives as a sign of nervousness and my nerves a sign I had something to hide. They were chatting quietly about themselves glancing at paperwork. I tried to read it but it was too far away to read. They ended their conversation rather abruptly and turned their attention to me.

"Adam Douglas is it?" One clearly the younger one asked checking his paperwork

"Yes" I nodded

"Okay, firstly would you mind telling us why you joined this... experimental drug trial?"

"He's been my therapist for a long time, he said it would be good for me to try" I shrug trying not to sound unusual

"And was it?"

"What?"

"Good for you? The medication?"

"As good as anything else has tried" I admit

"You have a very large and impressive file"

"As I said. I've been with him a long time"

"It says, in your records supplied to us that you are and I quote prone to quick and intense... infatuation"

"It is a common side effect of my condition" I answer having a drink to calm my nerves

"Yes, we are aware. Now adam. About Amy" he says "did you two get along well? During the trial"

"I suppose so, she kept to herself a lot mostly wanting to sit with the doctor, often going to bed early" I explain "I didn't kill her."

"No One's saying you did Adam," the older of the two finally spoke up "Just curious how the two of you got on given... your history"

"How did I just- fucking know you would dig that up"

"Did you not want us to dig it up?"

"No but I just - it's always your first call, isn't it. The ex-boyfriend!"

"Well, when you're in the same house. On the same night. In the same drug trial you can't exactly blame us for getting suspicious" the older man yelled "Adam. No one is saying anything, all we are doing is asking questions. If you truly didn't do anything and are honest with us then there won't be any problems"

"... Fine. What do you want to know?"

"Where were you the night Amy was murdered?"

"In bed. I was tired."

"Your records say that Amy was at one time one of your infatuations"

"She was. Hyperfocus. Again it's a symptom."

"It didn't end particularly well. The two of you."

"No. It did. I got over it. I'm fine"

"And she's dead. Can't help but notice how unphased that made you upon discovering her bashed skull in the flower beds" he says "I've had many a relationship end badly, even have a horrific ex-wife. I'd still be upset I saw her skull caved in"

"Being emotionally distant and... unemotive is-" I began

"We know. It's another symptom" he says "tell us about y/n"

"What?"

"Y/n. You two seem close."

"Well, yeah she uhhh she's my girlfriend"