The Cravers

18. Killer

ONE LIE IS ENOUGH TO QUESTION ALL TRUTH

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I placed my handcuffed hands on the table, waiting for the investigator. Waiting. I knew now what they meant when they said the wait was the worst part of the ordeal. Time ticked slowly and with it, my nerves were sprinting. A fear gnawed at the bottom of my stomach--every second ate a part of my hope.

I knew people were watching through the one-way mirror. I knew they were testing my patience. I could feel their eyes drilling into my head. I straight dead-straight at it, giving my best confident stare. I had nothing to worry about, I was innocent. 

The person who should be afraid was Kingsley.

Finally, after eons later, a man opened the door, stepped in. "Hello, Ms. Holland." He greeted. "What a tragic surprise to see you sitting on that chair." He smiled, eyes glaring. "It doesn't look good on you." He took a seat.

I sighed. "Well, life is interesting this way. We gotta keep it on its toes." I winked.

He leaned, his bald head glaring white against the stark light. "I'm going to start easy. If you answer honestly, then this will be easy for both of us."

"If I make it hard?" I grinned. 

"Well, I don't want to introduce you to Kingsley Scott."

I scoffed surprisingly. "Kingsley Scott? Why, is he the Grim Reaper?"

The inspector, knitted his brows. "Do you want to find out? Or cooperate?"

I wouldn't want to confess to Kingsley about my findings...I wasn't ready to see his face. "Fine, but I have a request. I don't want anyone hearing this conversation. Especially Kingsley Scott. So if he's behind that door, I suggest you ask him to leave."

He sighed, shadows ceasing his face. "Fine, consider it done."

Satisfied, I smiled. "Ask away."

"What were you doing in the Evidence Room, Ms. Holland?"

I relaxed against the chair, easing comfortably. "I was going to steal the dagger. The one found in the crime scene of Jenifer Clark."

"What were you planning on doing  with the dagger?"

"I was going to read the memories." I bit my lip. "I was going to see if I could prove the killer."

"The killer? Who do you think it is?"

I stared dead straight into his eyes. "Kingsley Scott."

His brows went up. This was unexpected news for him.

I told him how he tried to kill me in the hotel, leaving threats every time. I lied about the key, it was easier that way.  I told him about the attack as well. "I even have the camera recordings of it. In my purse." I added the information about the hoodie in his car. "He had it, I tried to get it but he didn't let me."

"Why would he attack you?"

"He probably wanted to stop me from finding out about him. I think that's the same reason why he is leading this case---to erase the evidence."

"Yet--you were the first one to actually attempt to steal the dagger."

"I couldn't let him tamper with it."

The man creased his forehead. He called in a person. "Bring Diana Holland's purse please."

"Look, Mr--" I read his name tag. "Mr. Hasting. Kingsley Scott is a dangerous man. Not only is he a killer but also a Hunter. I read his medical records. He's working for Emerus and he's been his messenger."