How I killed my mother

The Perpetrator

A/N: This chapter introduces the murderer with a bit of suspense, and I don't wanna give away the gender identity of the person right away. For the sake of maintaining suspense I will therefore be referring to our dear murderer as "them".

Enjoy!

"I suppose you start talking now, before I have to pull things out of you, dear, and I assure you, it won't be nice," detective Harris threatened, but the culprit calmed themself, making sure to keep their expression unnerved.

Detective Malik sat on a stool at a little distance, with her hands folded and her head leaned comfortably towards the wall. She was enjoying watching Harris trying to badger the information out of them, but knew it wouldn't work. This person was a hard nut to crack, and she was the one who had to step up and take the matters in her own hands.

"We've already gone through this, Detective. Why am I here? I've co cooperated enough already. There is no use of-"

"Keep your voice down," detective Malik said with her palms raised.

"We've brought you here for questioning based on concrete evidence. Answer the questions honestly and if you're innocent, you'll be good to go. It's as simple as that."

"Where the fuck is my lawyer? I want my lawyer!"

"Woah, watch your tongue. If you're done co operating we have other ways to get you talking," detective Harris threatened again.

The person tried to calm themself down. As much as they were a rationally cold blooded person they had never imagined they would get caught, ever. This situation was something they weren't prepared for, and that made them panic. Every move of their life had been calculated days, in some cases years before. A change in routine always made them nervous.

But having confidence on their abilities, the murderer doubted the detectives had anything on them, at all. They were probably bluffing, throwing arrows in the dark. This situation could still be turned around.

"I. Don't. Know. What. You're. Talking. About. I'm innocent. I haven't killed her, you have to believe me!"

"Where were you then, on the day and time of the crime?"

"I...I was at home. Binge watching a Netflix series. I had a long day that day. So I just...poured myself some juice, got some leftover cake from the fridge and sat with my laptop, watching the movie."

Detective Malik's eyebrows furrowed.

"Was it a movie or a TV series?"

The question caught the murderer off guard. They mentally cursed themselves for being careless.

"It..it was a TV series- it was just a slip of tongue."

"And what movie was it?" Eyzah now smiled coyly.

"The movie- no, wait, it wasn't a movie it was a TV series. I- it was Elite. Elite. Yes," the murderer wiped their face with a handkerchief and took a sip of water. This was not looking well.

"Elite...that Spanish TV series? Pretty interesting. A girl is murdered by her own classmate, isn't she? Poor Marina. What Omar did to her was horrible, wasn't it?"

"Yes..yes it was. Listen, detectives, I'm not in my right frame of mind, okay? You can't interrogate me here and expect me to fucking remember every single detail from a month ago. So just...just let me have a lawyer."

"If we arrest you you will have a lawyer too. We're only interrogating you. Now, let's see what we've got here. Here, look at this coat. What was the black coat doing in your drawer?"

Their eyes shot up. Why were they asking about the coat-

"It's.." should they deny it was their? Or should they just say yes it was and see how it goes? They definitely do not know about the coat-

"We're waiting..it's just a simple question. Is the coat yours?"

"Well..no. It is not. I'm clueless. I don't have a black coat."

The perp sighed. They definitely knew something about the coat that made the detectives interrogate about it. They had to play their cards carefully now.

"So you're saying you've never seen this coat before?"

"Uh..yes. Yes I'm positive. It's not mine."

The smile on detective Malik's face made them shiver.

"Good thing we've got DNA test to prove that it's not your coat. Let's match it, and we can let you go."

All the blood drained from the perp's face.

"You.. I.. don't agree.."

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice. It's crucial for the investigation and we have enough evidence to tie you to the black coat that the unknown guy wore that day. After all, it was found in your wardrobe, and physically he/she looks quite similar to you. We'll get a warrant in no time if you refuse to co operate. If you've never seen this coat, we will not retrieve your DNA on it. As easy as that."

"H-how do you know this is the same coat the murderer wore?"

"The forensics have found something of our interest in the pockets, that confirms our doubt of this being your..I mean, the murderer's coat."

"Someone could've just taken it out of my wardrobe and- and used it.. they could be framing me-"

"Well you just said this coat wasn't yours. Even if they kept it there to frame you it wouldn't have your DNA in it, would it?"

Another one of that sly smile on the detective's mouth and the perp could've knocked her teeth out.

"Our officers will retrieve your DNA and we'll wait for the results. Depending on that, we'll see if you're under arrest," now it was detective Harris' turn to smirk.

Both of them turned and walked to the door. Just when detective Harris swung the door open, Detective Malik turned and said,

"Oh and one more thing. Omar does not kill Marina, Polo does."

Smirk #infinity.

The perp put their hands in their head and both the detectives walked out of the door, beaming.

A/N: Who do you think the murderer is? I can't tell you how excited I am for our finale!

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