Action (DNF)

Chapter 63: Questioning

George POV.

“Wilbur what happened?” I questioned, watching as he was taken out of handcuffs in the back of a police car. “You were supposed to be watching the house.”
“I know, and I’m sorry George.” He replied. “I went to work, I couldn’t have been gone for more than nine hours, then I got back here for the night and the window was broken.”

“And so you called the cops and they arrested you?” I guessed while raising an eyebrow. The brunette only nodded in response before one of the police officers spoke up.
“Sorry about that. A lot of people who break into houses say they are friend’s of the owners, we just had to be cautious.”

“Oh it’s fine. Now I can tick being arrested off my bucket list.” Wilbur brushed the man off, then he turned back to me. “Have the police questioned you yet?”
“Not yet,” I answered, with an upset expression. “But they’ve asked if anything had been stolen.”

“What was it?” he asked, sitting down with me on the steps in front of my house as we both ignored the crowd watching the scene. From the tone of his voice he seemed to already know what it was.
“It was the necklace.” I muttered, confirming his suspicions and he pulled me in for a hug.

“I was planning on buying you a safe for it, since you didn’t have one, or at the very least taking it to my house but I forgot.” Wilbur let out a small sigh. “I’m sorry George.”
“It’s not your fault.” I reassured, leaning into the hug more. “It’s mine. I should have been more careful with it. Clay probably hates me for losing something so valuable.”

Speaking of Clay, the blond who had been talking to a pair of police officers came walking over to us, seeing me hugging Wilbur and feigning offence with an overdramatic gasp in an attempt to make me laugh. When he sat down beside us I moved from hugging Wilbur to hugging him and a police officer who was following Clay cleared her throat.

“Mr Davidson, I hope you wouldn’t mind but we would like to ask you some questions.” The officer said as she looked down at the two of us.
“Oh… of course.” I nodded, sitting up straighter to see her better.

“Well firstly we were wondering if you could tell us where exactly you and Mr Smith went on your trip?” She asked, looking down at me.
“Oh, well we went to visit my family up North-West-ish. Then we went to Wales for a couple of days before driving back.” I recounted, glancing over at Clay to see if I forgot anything.

The officer took note of what I said before asking her next question. “Who knew that you were going away for the week?” I thought for a moment, composing a list in my head before answering.
“Well my family and Clay, obviously, and Wilbur was house sitting for me. That’s all… I think.”

“A couple of my friends knew I was going away as well.” Clay piped up. “And my agent, but she’s back in Florida and my friends wouldn’t need or want to break into George’s house.”
“Alright then. How about people who knew you owned the necklace that was stolen?” She continued and once again I thought to come up with a list.

“Well there was myself, Clay, Wilbur, and some of Clay’s friends.” I listed. “I don’t think that is going to help you too much though.”
“Any bit of information can help us Mr Davidson.” She smiled, looking away from what she was writing for a moment. “Is there anybody else?”

“I won the necklace at the Charity Auction a month or so ago.” Clay told her. “So lots of celebrities would know that I had won the necklace. But not many of them know that I gifted the necklace to George.”
“That helps a lot.” She said, writing down something about the celebrity auction.

After that, she directed her attention to Clay. “Is there anyone at the auction who may have shown an interest in the necklace, maybe they were the last person bidding against you, or were watching you take it after you won?” She asked.
“Well it’s kind of hard to remember.” He hummed out a thought, before his eyes widened.

“There was this one woman who really wanted to get it, but she gave up on bidding when it reached nine million dollars… I mean pounds.” He recollected. “But she doesn’t know George has the necklace, or where George lives, or even where I’ve been staying.”
“Do you remember who she is? Her name or profession or anything?”

“No sorry. You’ll have to contact the group who organises the auction to check with them.” Clay paused for a moment before adding on. “Oh, and my ex knew about George having the necklace as well.” I’d completely forgotten about that.

“Your ex?” The cop asked cautiously, flipping to a new page to take notes on. “Could you elaborate please?”
“My ex-fiance Monica Clearwaters came here with her son for the auction too. She ran into me at the mall and told me she thought that the necklace I won was for her.”

“Okay, and did she know that you were going away for the week?” The officer continued.
“She knew that we were busy all week, but not that we were going away, and neither of us said anything about our trip online so she wouldn’t have found out there.” Clay told the female officer, and I went back to leaning on his shoulder and listening.

“And her name was Monica Clearwaters, correct?” The cop asked, taking notes. Clay simply nodded, before I turned to look at him with furrowed brows.
“But Monica doesn’t know where I live. How could she have done this?” I asked, not liking her but also not wanting her to get in trouble if she was innocent, especially since she had a son.

“She may have stalked both you and Clay around, or paid for someone to do that.” The officer informed me. “So I’ll take note of that.” There was a moment where none of us said something as she wrote down some more information before looking at the three of us again. “Do you have any other information that might help?” She asked.

Myself, Wilbur, and Clay all shook our heads, which was the police officer’s cue to shut the notepad that she had been writing in. “Well, that should be more than enough information to help with our search.” Then she pulled something out of her pocket and handed it to me. “If any of you think of anything else that could help then give that number a call.”

We all nodded and Clay thanked her as she walked off. Then he turned his attention to me. “The cops told me earlier that they’ll probably be here a while, and once we’ve been questioned we can go.” His voice was soft as he talked to me, his arms moving to wrap around my waist comfortingly. “They also said you can go get some of your stuff.”

“Am I staying at yours for the night?” I asked quietly, but also glanced over at Wilbur who was watching this interaction.
“That’s what I was hoping.” The blond responded. “We could watch some movies and get some food to take your mind off things.”

“I hope I’m invited too, food and movies sounds fun.” Wilbur joked, his hand coming to rest on my shoulder. I simply nodded, continuing to lean into the blond.
My eyes were focused on the police tape, where a huge crowd was gathered and lots of them were trying to get Clay’s and mine attention, causing me to hide my face more shamefully.

These people don’t respect any of us. It’s easy to see that something is wrong, but they continue to try and harass us and get photos or videos either way. I stood up before heading inside, not wanting to be seen by the group of fans who had assembled.

Clay and Wilbur stood up to follow after me, also seeming uncomfortable about the way all these people were acting, and the fact that the dozen police officers gathered around weren’t doing anything. So we all walked back into my house to grab my stuff so I could leave.
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