Trapped |Jake Sim|

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"Tell me what your name is."

"Jake."

"Jake what?"

"Just Jake."

Jake watched the police man type into a computer as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"We need your last name."

"Why?"

The policeman sighed as he looked up at him for the first time since he walked into the room.

"I don't know why you called me here. I have nothing to do with this." He spoke as he looked down at the table.

"Nothing to do with what?"

"With whatever you called me in here for." Jake shrugged making the police man almost chuckle a little at the immediate response before nodding his head.

"So, you don't know what we brought you in here for?"

"Apparently you're supposed to tell me that as soon as you call me here. But your colleagues didn't seem to get the gist." Jake narrowed his eyes a little as he tilted his head. "I have work in less than half an hour, and I still don't even know if I'm wasting my time."

"There was a homicide. You have been called in as a suspect."

"Why?" He furrowed his eyebrows as he watched the police man continuing to type.

"I don't know."

Jake scoffed in disbelief as he looked away from the man with a small smile.

"You don't even know why I'm a suspect?"

The policeman slowly looked up at him, making him glare back at him.

"Have you ever met anyone named Sonny Lane?"

"This, again?"

"Yes."

Jake burst out laughing as he threw his head back against the chair. The police officer was still serious as he typed on his computer.

"Hold on, you people think I killed her?" Jake asked, amused.

"That's not what we said."

"Really?" He tested as he tilted his head again. "That's what you implied."

The policeman stayed quiet as Jake ran a hand through his hair.

"I only live in the same house that she did. I don't understand why people always ask about her. I just moved into her apartment after she fucking died, I have nothing to do with her." Jake said as he shook his head.

Sonny Lane died at the age of 21 in her first ever apartment. She was murdered in the middle of the night.

There was no other information about Sonny. No family members and nobody showed to her funeral, except for two people. There are only dental records from a recent appointment she had a few days before her unexpected murder.

Everyone who knew her or met her at least once, thought that she was a great girl. She was apparently nice to everyone and was the type to bend over backwards for anyone who needed it.

No one could think there would be anyone who'd want to murder her so brutally.

Jake moved into her apartment less than a month after her death. The landlord was quick to rent the apartment, and Jake was not aware of anything that had happened in that place.

All that he knew was that his apartment was too expensive, he needed a cheaper place and Sonny's just so happened to be open for rent.

Ever since he moved in people stare at him as if he did something wrong, but after a few months he had gotten used to it. Having the police randomly call him in over this made him feel a little frustrated that his time was wasted over something he had nothing to do with, again.