𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥

Chapter 4

Yesterday was the day when Rafael first stepped into the department I work at. Today is the day that I have to interrogate him. Yesterday went pretty smoothly. After a few hours the night officer was there and I could finally go home. 

Now with a coffee cup in my hand, I enter the department. Brian isn't here today. Since it was his daughter's birthday yesterday, he decided to take his family out on a cruise. Lucky bastard. He won't be coming back to work for around a week for as much as I know. It could be longer.

So that means that Aycock is going to be taking Brian's spot for that week until he comes back. God, this is gonna be one long fucking week.

Before I even see Aycock, I hear his obnoxiously sneering voice call out my name. I turn to him and walk up to his temporary desk with what I hope is a convincing enough fake smile.

"Lieutenant." I greet him with a nod.

He nods but doesn't verbally greet me. What an asshole. And to think I wasted my oxygen greeting him verbally.

"Blackwood, you're gonna be giving Rafael Santino an interrogating lesson." He says as he leans back against his chair. Which isn't really his. Its Brian's.

"Of course." I say.

I walk toward the door where behind it are all the cells. I unlock it and enter and walk towards where Rafael's cell is. 

There are other criminals here, mostly males. I can see them giving me disgusting leers through the metal bars but I ignore them like I usually do when passing by this certain section of the department.

I reach Rafael's cell and open the door. He's just sitting there on the single and cold bench staring at the grey and cracked concrete walls.

"Get out and follow me." I say in a demanding tone.

He gets up without question. I start to handcuff his hands. But as I'm handcuffing his hands, my fingers accidentally brush against his wrist. I quickly withdraw my hand and calm my practically racing heart before clearing my throat. It's fine! He's a criminal! And I literally just touched him by accident!

Why the fuck is my heart acting like it could be the next winner of F1?!

I've handcuffed him before. I've even taken his handcuffs off, but I've made sure not to accidentally touch him or anything. I sneak a look at his face and regret it almost immediately. 

His eyebrows are slightly raised with his lips being formed into a small but noticeable teasing smirk.

I clear my throat once more. I've been clearing my throat a lot nowadays. But I lead him to the interrogation room.

In the interrogation room there's a small table with two chairs facing each other in the room. I sit down on one and he sits on the other.

"So," I start. "You're Rafael Santino, Spanish background, and age is twenty-four." This is just to get the basics and to start off the interrogation. And I also want to make the embarrassment die down from the earlier encounter. 

He nods without saying anything. His expression shows extreme disinterest as he eyes the small and dimly lit room. His eyebrows aren't raised anymore, his lips back in a straight line.

"Do you have a family?" I ask. He had a family, I knew that. But I still had to ask as a basic procedure.

His expression darkens and it's like he's practically staring into the deep, dark depths of my soul. His reaction has me interested. I'm going to have to look into more stuff about his family. And I've gotta tell Brian when he comes back. When he doesn't answer, I clear my throat and look at him expectantly.