Melanie is a fantastic beauty queen to describe her. She was one of the most popular girls in school, but Daxton was completely distracted by her. He discovered it was his best friend's sister after all of these years when his best friend stumbled u...
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Detective Landon Valencia-Drake
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Rosalia Ryan Drake
It had been 72 hours since I had been locked up. When the officers asked me further questions about Amanda Keens, I told them I had no idea what was going on. I assumed the matter was finished, although the investigation had been ongoing since her death.
It was bitterly chilly inside, and I had never felt so hungry or angry. The cell I was glancing at made me ponder without saying anything to anyone. Detective Landon stood there, minding his own filthy business. His gleaming blue eyes concerned me the most. He was my age, but a little older. He wore his black police outfit without a cap. He was telling the chief about the Amanda Keens case and about me. I didn't do anything to kill her. I was never present when it occurred. After witnessing her dead in my arms, I was devastated and had PTSD.
I was at the police station with this hideous design that was haunting me. It made me want to escape this dreadful place. I also didn't want my criminal record to be documented for something I didn't engage in for the rest of my life, including attending my dream college. Harvard... I was only a suspect.
My one leg was trembling violently, and I had no control. I was frightened about my mother and really wanted to see her face. My mother knew I was a nice kid from the start. Detective Landon rose up and made a noise that required me to look it up. He was approaching me and the others who were also quite weird.
"Daxton Nathanson, I need to take you to the room to ask you further questions," Landon began.
"Sir, you've asked me for three days in a row, so I refused," I said.
"Sir, you cannot refuse because the case is still under investigation. We must hear your story," he stated. I rolled my eyes, as if I was disturbed by him. He was staring at me as I was staring at him. It was just a minute before I became uninterested with him asking me questions about my dead ex-girlfriend.
"Detective, you can take me to that room," I instructed. He nodded, took the keys from his pocket, unlocked the cell, and it was open. He let me leave, but not before putting handcuffs on me. I was desperate to get home right now. I'm afraid my mother was really concerned about where I was. It had been three fucking days. This Landon police refused to allow me out of the bad, bad place.
