I tapped my fingers on top of the table, waiting for an officer to walk in. I knew what they were trying to do. Make me nervous about why nobody was in here hoping it would make me pop. I’ve been in their position, it’s not going to work. I took a deep breath, focusing on my tapping. After a few minutes, an officer walked in.
“Finally. Mind telling me what I’m being charged with?”
“Let’s check your files, yeah?”
They brought in a box that had my name on it. I knew this trick. I had done it before. They pulled out my juvenile record.
“Those were expunged, don’t see why you need them.” I tried keeping my composer, but I knew how this looked.
“You were almost an adult though, no? You were 17.” The officer continued, skimming over the paper.
“It was the only time I got in trouble with the law. But if the law really mattered to you you’d open your eyes to read the reason.”
“Your sister being assaulted wasn’t your fight.”
“She was 6. In kindergarten. Being harassed by a boy in my grade. It was my fight. I don’t apologize for my actions.”
“Mhm,” He mumbled, looking over at the window.
It got quiet. Too quiet. He continued skimming over the paper as if he hadn’t read it since he sat down.
“So wanna tell me what I’m being charged with now?”
“Extortion, you knew that already, and 8 counts of first degree murder.”
“Yeah, you said we were all being charged with those. Who were our supposed victims?”
“Yours are here, on this file.”
He tapped a pale yellow folder that was opened roughly a few times. It had scuff marks on the edges of the paper too, and some weird black line around the top. He read out the first six names, the runaway children. Then the last two. Valeria and Holly Cane.
“What?” I spat, for a moment it felt like eveyrthing stopped. “What do you mean?”
“You should know. You were off of work for a week, more than enough time to drive down to visit your mom and your sister.”
“I didn’t. I have left D.C. since… all of this started.”
“You mean the letters? And the stalking? Or do you mean after you got back from killing the only family you had left?”
“The letters, obviously. What motive do I have to kill my mom or my little sister?” I snarled, taking a deep breath as I felt my fist clench together.
I was already in trouble, the last thing I needed was assault on a police officer added.
“You say you didn’t do it, but you don’t sound surprised that they’re dead. Where you an accesorry then?” He asked, crossing his arms over the table.
It took everything in me not to slap that smirk off of his face. It hadn’t even sunk in that it meant my mom and sister had died. The only two who had been there for me. I swallowed the lump in my throat, taking another deep breath.
“When?”
“When what? Did you kill them?”
“When did they die,” I hissed.
“It’s not written in my report,” He said, flicking his eyes across the page. “But you should know. Your DNA was all over the scene.”
“That’s not possible. I haven’t been back home since I left for D.C. Check the GPS on my car, or even my passport records. I didn’t go anywhere.”
“We already have, we had a search warrant. The GPS in your car was disabled.”
“What?” I asked. “I never disabled it. I don’t even know how, actually.”
I started tapping on the underneath of the table, bouncing my leg up and down.
“My sister and mother are fine, aren’t they?”
I was a profiler, I had been analyzing him since he sat down. The way he talked about their apparent death was too vague, and he couldn’t stop grinning when he talked about it. I also couldn’t help but notice he fidgeted with his wedding ring each time he brought them up.
“I already told you they were dead.”
“Let me see the crime scene pictures.”
“We don’t have any. They died in Arizona.”
“I get a phone call, don’t I? Since you already seem to have enough evidence against me, let me use my phone call to call my mom.”
He tapped the end of the folder before taking a deep sigh.
“They’re alive. But there were two people dead in your childhoos home. Your mom called it in. They looked identical to your mom and sister.”
“I’m assuming Im still being charged with 8 counts of murder?”
“No, you never were.”
I rolled my eyes, placing my free arm over my lap.
“Mind telling me why I’m being charged for any murder at all? I didn’t know the runaways, we thought they could be connected to our case. We didn’t even know they had died until a month or two ago.”
“They all died in your second house. They’re bodies were recovered there.”
“Anybody could’ve had access to it,” I replied.
That may not have been completely true. The road was really narrow and pretty easy to miss, you had to know where to be going to get there, but it was the only stretch of road for miles, you can see it if you look hard enough.
“That may have been true if they had died during the day time. You could miss that road pretty easily during the night. We almost did.”
“How’d you even know where to look? Got some kind of grudge, Officer?” I asked.
“No, agent. We got an anonymous tip about several people fitting you and your team’s descriptions running around there pretty late at night,” He said. “You know, I couldn’t help but notice you haven’t asked for a lawyer.”
“I don’t need one.”
“You sound pretty confident in that.”
“I don’t care to answer the questions, I’m not guilty. Last thing I need is someone telling me what to answer and what not to answer, or how ot answer it. See, you talk about me not asking for a lawyer but If i had asked for a lawyer you’d tell me that only guilty people need lawyers.”
He laughed softly, closing the folder. He pretend like he was looking through the box, trying to find another folder or something. I rolled my eyes, watching him “hm” and nod as he flipped through the empty files. The door swung open and the police officer was gestured out of the room.
“You’re free to go agent.”
“What?”
“I said you’re free.”
The woman was my age, maybe a bit older. She had ivory skin and black hair that went down to her shoulders. She was wearing heavy make-up and some kind of hat that obscured her face for the most part, but she still felt really familiar. I couldn’t figure out why. When I walked out, there were two other woman that I felt like we had seen before. Recently too. Two woman who were attached to this case. The more I looked at the women, the more I realized who they were. Maya Waterman and Evera Santos.
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What do they want? And who's the mystery 3rd officer?
Meant to publish this yesterday, sorry!!
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