Dead By Night Time - [ENGLISH]

35. Interrogation.

Pov Asher Wilson
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Who would have thought that I would be the one sitting in the back of a police car with my face practically pressed against the window to watch what was happening to the others? 

While bending my body in positions it shouldn't be bending in, I managed to look from the back window at the porch, where a man and woman in uniform were taking care of the girl that had been missing for about three months. I was supposed to be happy, was it not that I was arrested and the guy put the handcuffs too tight around my wrists in my opinion. I would prefer pink fluffy cuffs instead of these cold iron ones. 

My eyes shifted to the door where two officers came out, holding a dazed Jeffrey by each of his arms as his hands were cuffed on his back just like the guys had done to me and Dustin. 

A sudden hand on the window made me jump back in my seat in the right way, looking down at my lap while I heard a door open. An officer with black hair and blue eyes took place beside me and from the corner of my eyes I could see him look down on me, like he was better than what was sitting beside him.

'You don't look old, can I get your age?' A low voice asked, making me look slightly annoyed at him. He was a selfish brat for sure, I could just feel it about everything.

'Don't I have the right to keep my mouth shut and ask for a lawyer?' I responded, sticking my nose up while looking back out the window again. It would have been so much better if Wyatt had showed up and arrested me instead, since I built a friendship with him. Wyatt was one of the most chillest men I've ever met and he matches my energy so well. I would rather steal him from his wife than stealing his wife from him, like he warned me not to, but we only live once, so what do I have to lose? Not that I'm going to try to ruin their marriage. Billie would also not even let me try, she would kill and bury me somewhere deep in the woods. That girl is scary.

'You do, but I was just wondering.' The man muttered while another officer got in the front of the car, starting it and driving off into the darkness calmly. 

I still was able to catch a glimpse of Bea being brought into the ambulance, and it seemed like she still hadn't stopped crying yet. She was in good hands now, that was the most important thing, I only had to get myself out of this position now as well and after that I would be able to see and speak Bea again. 

Lord, I wished Dustin would break his spine somehow for interrupting the moment I had with Bea. Her sitting on my lap and leaning against me was the only thing I needed in weeks and he decided to come and ruin it because he's a possessive asshole. I would dare to blame him for the bite marks and hickeys that are spread over her body. He definitely just wanted to devour her before cutting her open to sell her insides for money. And then people still claim that I'm selfish. 

While letting a deep breath of air escape my lungs I moved my gaze back to the older guy sitting next to me. His name tag said "D. Berkowitz." which somehow made me think of Russia. I drew my eyebrows together and rubbed my cheek over my shoulder.

'I'm Polish, if you were wondering.' The man answered with a smug smile on his face. I gave him a short nod in response and looked out the window again. I didn't want to interact with this guy, I just wanted them to let me go since I only did the job they couldn't do themselves.

'And I'm innocent.' I muttered under my breath, but apparently Berkowitz had heard me since he hummed softly.

'You might be, you might be not, I don't choose sides, only thing I can do is hear you out a little before they will do it on the station.' With a groan I threw my head back against the headrest of the seat.

'You need to believe me, I have nothing to do with this.'

'Tell me more.' After rolling my eyes overdramatically I inhaled deeply. Nothing could go wrong if I just told him the truth, but I would keep it short for sure and tell the whole thing in detail at the station.