Underground Legends: The Hunt (BWWM)

Chapter 24 - Saint

Saint Botero (Male P.O.V)

October 21, 2074

I stared through the one-way mirrored window into the interrogation room. A shackled Luther sat behind the metal table with his lips set in a grim line. My eyes never left his face in an attempt to detect any signs of deception while he answered Detective Adler's questions.

Even though I doubted talking to him would shed light on the players' whereabouts, the cops didn't. They believed they were being thorough. But it felt like they were wasting time.

I wanted... No, I needed to be out there searching for her. Instead, I was wasting precious time here. The problem was I had no idea where to begin.

"When's the last time you had contact with Abella Sterling?" Detective Adler's voice infiltrated my thoughts.

"Last Sunday. Why?"

"We have reason to believe you're involved with her disappearance."

"Disappearance? Yo, you got the wrong guy."

"I have a witness statement that says you threatened her life."

He loudly groaned and slumped down in the seat. "That's bullshit, man! You're not pinning that on me. Call my lawyer! I'm not answering any more of your questions."

Detective Adler silently observed him for a few seconds. Luther returned her gaze with an indifferent stare.

"Fine," she muttered, getting up and going to the door.

As if sensing the intensity of my gaze through the glass, Luther looked in my direction. One corner of his lips hiked upward in a smirk.

Fucking bastard.

Turning away from the window, I stormed out of the room. The shouts from the other officer pleading for me to stop went ignored. Reaching the interrogation room was my only focus. Out of nowhere, Detective Adler veered into my path, stopping me in my tracks.

"Saint, where the hell are you going?" She demanded with her hands planted on her hips.

"I'm just going to ask him a question."

She faltered briefly, surprised by the calmness of my tone. I could see the gears churning in her head as she dissected my words for an underlying message.

"No, you ca-"

I stepped around her refusing to hear her attempt to dissuade my actions.

"Goddamn it, Saint!" She hissed as I yanked the door open and charged into the room.

"I said I'm not answering any more questions!" Luther shouted while staring down at his cuffed wrists. The dejected expression on his face might have caused me to feel sorry for him if I knew he wasn't a criminal.

"Now get me, my lawyer!" He continued, still looking at his handcuffs.

I sat on the table edge and didn't so much as mutter a word in response to him. After a few seconds of insufferable silence, he slowly lifted his head with an annoyed look on his face. His eyes swept over me once. And that was all it took to spark his recognition and bring a smile to his face.

"You're not a cop," he stated.

"No, I'm not."

"Hell, you're not much of a bodyguard either." He sneered with his nose turned up in disgust. "You did a piss poor job of protecting Abella, and now they're trying to frame me."

His words stung more than I cared to admit. I looked down at my lap, knowing my eyes would reveal my pain.

I left them.