Cry for me

2 Sheriff's son

They questioned me for hours searching for answers that I wasn't willing to give. I knew the law! They shouldn't have searched my backpack, because that's how the fools found the files that I had stacked away! They were angry as they took in my notes on the cases that showed how much their intelligence dulled in comparison to my brilliance. Being a police agent must be the easiest job if those brain-dead morons could do it. I knew just the right thing to say and do and I'd be out of there with no more than a slap on the wrist.

''I just want to be like my dad,'' I sobbed, ''I just want justice for my dead sister!''

My dad walked in as those sweet lies escaped my lips.

''I'll take care of this from here, thank you!''
''I don't think we can do that. He's your son so there's a conflict of interest!''

''And he wasn't arrested unless you have an arrest warrant. I trusted my son to bring me my paperwork regarding my cases and you guys do what? Search the guy without the authorization! And this all without even contacting the minor's parents while you question him after the trauma, he just experienced?!''

My dad took a step towards the officer, ''Now are you sure you want to try and school me about the law.''
The guy grimaced and stepped down, clearly displeased with the situation. My father grabbed my arm and yanked me from my chair.

''I'm taking the rest of the day off John, only contact me if people are dying.'' We walked out of the office and I could feel his blood boiling as we got into his car...

''Now can you tell me what the fuck you were thinking snooping around my office and stealing those case files?''

''Just like I said, I want justice for-''

''Cut the bullshit. Why were you in my office?''

''I'm doing your job because you seem oddly incapable of doing it. I wonder how many more people will die before you do something about it.''

He let out a laugh, ''And of course, you think you have all the answers.''

I ignored him. Talking with him was useless.

''So what? You're not going to try and prove me wrong?''

I bit my tongue, thinking about my next step.

He glanced at me before focusing back on the road.

''If I can prove to you that I know more than any of those fools, and I can help stop this killer, will you grant me access to all the files?''

''You know that I can't do that.''

''Well, in that case, I'm just a rebellious teen with a hero complex.''

I stared ahead of me and the rest of the ride was silent until he pulled into the driveway. He put his hand on my arm.

''What kind of proof?''

''A date. If I can give you a date of when the next murder will take place to prove that I'm capable of more than you think, will you give me what I want?''

''Fine, let's entertain this idea for a moment. How in the world would you know, and wouldn't we just figure this out ourselves?''

''You had a whole year and you couldn't figure it out, why would your team of idiots suddenly grow some brain cells now? Come on! If you really don't think I can do it, you have nothing to lose.''

He opened the car door and stepped out and I followed behind him as he walked towards the door.

''And your mother doesn't hear about this.''
I nodded my head, surprised at the request seeing as he should know that I had a rough relationship with that woman.

''Deal''

The door flew open and my mother grabbed me into a painfully tight hug. I froze in her embrace and squeezed my hand into a fist to stop myself from reacting as I made eye contact with my dad over her shoulder.

''Tomorrow. Two tomorrow.''

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I ignored my mother's annoying fake sobs after I saw him nod and I pushed her off.

''I'm tired, I'm just going to go to bed.''

I rushed to my room and immediately locked the door. They hadn't searched my entire backpack. I slowly pulled out the newspaper that Mrs Jack was holding. I didn't know if I should've grabbed it; I just knew that Alice had seen me do it.

The killer's scribbles on the paper seemed as angry as I felt. The newspaper had looked normal at first glance until I picked it up. Every face on the paper had the signature bloody tears. However, the killer left a little gift; a list of names of potential victims. The first name immediately explained why Alice was frozen to the spot. She was clearly alive, and the taunting red letters showed she wouldn't be for much longer.