Whispers

Chapter 13

I sat in one of those old metal chairs in an interigation room. I looked at the one way mirror across from me with a bored expression. I was in here for roughly an hour. I was getting thirsty. Just as I licked my lips to moisten my lips, an officer- no, a detective, walked in.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" He asked as he stood across from me, his hands on the back of the other metal chair in the room. "Like water, soda, or something?"

"I would like a soda very much, thank you. Unless you have bottled water." I yawned and rest my chin on the back of my left hand.

"Sounds good." He simply nodded and left the room. I leaned back and ran a hand through my hair. I could only imagine what these people were thinking.

"Do not mess this up," Grigori said in my ear. My ear. Not in the back of my mind like Im used to already. "You should let me take over. I can truly scare them."

"Im not letting you do that," I whisper lowly as I lean forward with my head on the cool metal table. "I will just play dumb. They might see through it, but if being a psychopath truly runs in my family's blood then Ill be fine."

"You didnt have a problem when telling that man who you were." There was something in his tone that made me go through my memory.

"You told him. Not me. Your words snuck through." It was so hard to remain quiet through my rage. I took a deep breath and sat back up.

"You have those papers?" I pat my chest pocket and made a small coughing sound, making it look like I was trying to simply cough. "Good." The detective walked back in and Grigori snickered. "Let the fun begin."

"Here you go." The man set the can of Coke down in front of me.

"Thank you. I am so thirty." I open the soda and take a sip. Cold. Perfect.

"My name is Detective Manson Loyd. Tell me about yourself, Michael." He sat down, put a folder on the table, and folded his hands over it.

"Nice to meet you. I know Im not here to give you my life long story. What is it you want to truly hear?" I take another drink of my Coke.

"Well, I want you to start from the time your class landed in Montelue to now. I have all night, so dont skip details." He smiled at me.

"Dont mess it up," Grigori whispered.

"Why dont you tell me what you know and Ill fill in the gaps?" I frown. "I have no idea what you truly want to know, so I dont truly know where to start."

"Are you playing with me?" Detective Loyd scoffed.

"Im being honest. Do you want to know about the amazing ski trip we had, the mansion we were staying at, the history I learned, or what?" I put my hands up in defense.

"I see. Why dont you tell me about what happened today?"

"Well, I found out that my biological father killed my mother. My mom's sister took me in as a child because I was given to the state, but didnt adopt me until two years ago. I had no idea. So I called my supposed mother and confronted her about it. She admitted that she didnt adopt me until after my biological father died. The only reason I found out all of this was because my friend hacked into government files and pulled up my entire family lineage-"

"So, what does that have to do with the room that you randomly uncovered?" He was becoming irritated.

"I was getting there." I frowned. "Anyway, my friend also found something tied to me, my biological grandfather, and so on. A will." I grabbed the paper out of my pocket and set it on the table. "This was signed by many witnesses and lawyers. Making the will 100% legitimate."