“Ms. Christopher? I'm going to need you to answer a few more questions,” Detective Carson told me. I closed my mouth, embarrassed that it had actually been hanging open that whole time, and nodded my head.
“Okay, yeah. I'm sorry. I'll answer your questions. This is just all very strange and very scary,” I replied. I was still in shock.
“I know how this might feel. But I need you to know this; you're one of our prime suspects right now, as this happened at your house.” This didn't really come as any sort of surprise. I'd already assumed that this might happen.
“Okay. If you have more questions, could we get them over with? I'm really sorry, but I am very tired, and I already know I won't be sleeping at home tonight.” Or anytime soon for that matter. . .
“No, I don't have any more questions for you. Not tonight. If you'll come with me, I'll drive you over to a hotel. We already had somebody reserve a room for you.” This surprised me too. I didn't think they would do that kind of thing.
“Okay. Sure, thanks.” I followed Detective Carson out of the interrogation room, and let me tell you how great it was to get up and stretch. It was also really great to be out of that cramped little room. We walked back through the police station, and out the front door. As we walked out, I took a deep breath of the fresh air. It wasn't as nice as it would be out in the country, but for being in the heart of Memphis, the air wasn't as bad as you'd think. We walked down the parking lot and around the corner of the building. We came to a small sedan that looked blue, but it was hard to tell in the dark.
“What kind of car do you have here?” I asked Detective Carson. “And what's your first name? I'm sort of getting tired of calling you 'Detective Carson' in my head.”
He laughed. “This is a Hyundai Genesis. It's got great MPG. My first name is Michael. Go ahead and call me Michael, as long as we aren't in any sort of professional situation.”
We got into his car, which had an amazing interior, let me tell you, and started to back out of the parking space. We drove down the parking lot a little ways, and turned left down a not so busy road that I wasn't familiar with, as I hadn't been down here a lot. We got onto 240 and I think I dozed off. I woke up as we were getting off the interstate. We drove down Union Avenue for a little while and turned left onto South Pauline Street. We turned left, into the parking lot of a Motel 6.
“Alright here we are. I'll walk you in and get your room keys and everything, okay?” Michael asked me.
“Yeah. Thank you so much. You would not know how tired I am right now,” I told him.
He laughed. “Oh, I might know how it feels.” We walked into the foyer and Michael told the receptionist the name of the reservation. She gave him one room key, and he handed it to me. We left the foyer, went back outside and went up to the second floor.
“Room 216. Here we are,” Michael said.
“Oh man, I can't wait to. . . oh. I have no extra clothes. I guess I'm going to have to go to Wal-Mart tomorrow huh?” I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of extra clothes until now. I also didn't have a toothbrush, toothpaste or a hairbrush.
Michael laughed again. “Hey, don't sweat it. I'll pick you up here tomorrow morning at 11and we'll go to Wal-Mart and get you what you need.” I was pleasantly surprised by this.
“Okay, thanks! That's great!” I opened the door to the room and turned back to Michael. “See you tomorrow then!!”
“Yeah, see you tomorrow!” He turned and walked back down the stairs we came up. I turned around and went into my room. I flopped on the bed, and almost instantly succumbed to the overwhelming powers of sleep.
A/N: Sorry for the super short chapter! This was just going to be a short story, but I decided to make it longer. . . So I took what I had already written and split it in two. Turns out the first half was longer than the second half, haha. So, Vote, Comment, Fan. . . whatever you like. Please just gimme some feedback here! LOL
~Mitch
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Gizem / GerilimCaylee doesn't know how it happened, so she doesn't know how to explain it to the police. She has no idea who did it, but when she falls in love with the detective, she finds something out that she never expected.
