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The questioning was a nightmare.
Jackson sat beside Officer Walker's small desk, trying to be patient while the cop was gone to grab some paper. His right knee bounced up and down, tapping his foot at a set rhythm that helped soothe his nerves. His teeth grinded against each other, making himself grimace, while his arms were crossed. He could still feel himself reeling from the adrenaline of running away from the killer, and the extra spike he got when he realised Kai had his phone on him.
Kai...
It didn't make any sense to him. Why would Kai do all of this to him? Why would he stalk, terrorize and kill? Kai had money, family, friends - and Jackson never did anything that would incur Kai's wrath. There was no way jealousy, wrath or greed could be his motive. Was he bitter that Jackson hardly spent time with him? Perhaps in the Parker's mind, this was his way of having quality time with the Campbell: by making him fear for his and his friends' lives.
Yes, Kai was different. Jackson knew exactly what he was getting himself into when he chose to date Kai. While his disorder did make him reckless and aggressive, it didn't make him vicious. Or stupid. Because this was the work of someone who was emotionally incompetent. But still, he couldn't deny that the external evidence suggested that Kai was the killer. The idioms, the phone in his pocket, the horror movie references; all of that traced back to Kai.
Was Kai capable of being a killer? He wasn't sure. All men were capable of killing with a little incentive, but Kai didn't strike Jackson as someone who needed an incentive to do something. It was more likely that he was the one dangling that incentive over a man, turning men into monsters.
Nicholas walked over and sat down at his desk, placing down an opened notebook and pulling out a pen from his pocket. Officer Walker was similar in looks to his younger sister, though his hair was short and coily, his eyes several shades darker.
"The date is Tuesday 26th of October..." Nicholas quickly checked his watch. "The time is 11:38pm. The victim's name is Jackson Campbell." He faltered, lowering his pen after he finished writing. "I called Steph. She's gonna come over and take you back to our place so you can crash."
Jackson tried for a small smile. "Thank you, Nick. Really. I don't think I'll be able to go back to my dorm room for a short while."
"You can stay with us for as long as you need. Steph's friends are my friends," Nick smiled. "I'm more concerned if you don't know how she is at home."
"Oh, I know. She stomps around in bunny slippers and carries around a tiger plush she named Terry."
Nicholas nodded, his fingers tapping against the paper. The smile was long gone from his face. "Jay, you mind telling me what happened?"
The Campbell took a deep breath, trying to recollect his thoughts. "I woke up from a nap, the phone was ringing. Kai called saying he was going to come over. Then the phone rang again, but it was a total stranger. He asked me if I was alone and if I wanted to die like my parents. I hung up, called the police..." Jackson hesitated. "And then he was behind me, in a cheap Grim Reaper costume. He chased me but I got downstairs first. And then Kai came out of nowhere, and I realised that he was Lindsay's killer."
