Accused + Silence (Continuation) 💣🤍 criminal bromance

13. Dad

Thursday 12.05 :

12:10

We stopped in the parking lot of the jail, Tony parked his car almost in front of the entrance to the building. His temper was kind of loose today. He was strange, he was standing up for the fact that I needed to see my dad and immediately. I know I should explain something to my dad, but Tony acted like he already knew something. But if that's the case, why doesn't he tell me himself? Why all the secrecy?

Even before I got out of the car, I took a good look at Tony, who was all sort of impatient – he was rubbing his hand over the stubble on his chin and tapping his finger on the steering wheel. I watched him, and he noticed.

- "What?"

He startled me a little, but I didn't let it throw me off: "What's wrong?"

- "What do you mean?" - he asked quite casually.

"Don't be silly." - I said in frustration.

I didn't take my eyes off him for a second. He didn't seem composed to me. He was sort of taken aback.

- "Besides wanting to find out the truth, nothing."

He couldn't even look me in the eyes.

"Look at me."

He turned toward me.

How am I supposed to know with a man like that whether he's lying to me or telling the truth? Tony was exactly that kind of man – mysterious. With him, I never knew where I stood. I just had to sense it – either I trusted him or I didn't. It was getting weird, it felt like an eternity. What was I waiting for? This man doesn't just tell me the truth easily.

- "Angus. You should go there already." - he began.

"Because you want to?"

- "It's not about me." - he said with a sigh.

There was no point in arguing with him. He stood by it, and I'm sure he'd be able to take me there by force. But what did he get out of it? Was he that desperate that Investigator Dorn would find out about his business?

"Fine." - I opened the door, stepped out, and slammed it behind me.

Emotions ruled me like I was a teenager. Everything suddenly depended on what Tony would say.

I wanted to make up it with my Dad, but I wasn't exactly in the mood. I wanted to give him time. It felt to me, that Dad wants to explain it away at the expense of what had happened to me. That's why I didn't want him to be questioned by the investigator. It didn't seem right to me. I knew he was shocked now and needed time to absorb the information, but his conscience made him care about me and place some blame on himself for what had happened. So typical – parents.

I walked in to explain things and leave. I didn't want to stress Dad out or have him dragged into it, since he had nothing to do with it. But honestly I was curious to see what he would say.

At the entrance I met again the policewoman Emma Back. When she saw me, she was gently surprised.

"Hello, I'm glad to see you. You've at last come. Your father will be pleased." - she said with a smile I couldn't identify.

"Yes. I hope I'm not too late."

"Well..." - she looked at her wristwatch and said - "You could still go for a while. For like ten minutes. After all, visiting hours end in a little while for today."

"Thank you, it will only be for a moment." - I said, hoping she would let me in.

"Sure. This way."

She led me through a long hallway in front of a door of some sort. She then opened them, I entered and she remained waiting in the hallway.