I'll Track You Down

Interrogation

I take a shower and change in record time, that's when I notice the new message on my phone, I flinch thinking it could be from Caspian, I open the message and see it's just from Apollo, it's just a simple 'good night' so I respond back the same way.

I flop on my bed, and although I know that I'm going to get all the answers I need from Caspian tomorrow I feel annoyed and angry at myself for not suspecting him sooner, maybe it was just the influence of the alcohol but I'm not so sure.

The next morning I wake up with the realization that I do not in fact, have a car. I get changed and pack my stuff for the day before calling another car and having them drop me off at the agency. I meet Decker in his office and we take the elevator all the way down to the basement.

It's where we keep criminals before we're ready to hand them over to the government, but it's also where we do our interrogations. I'm wearing a tight, black shirt, with black leggings and high boots. My hair has been pulled back into a loose bun and there are several guns attached to my belt, and boots.

The elevator opens revealing a long, dark, narrow hallway. It's lined with steel doors leading into various cells with the world's most devilish masterminds behind them. I keep my eyes forward and march to the end of the hallway.

There are two doors, one leading to the interrogation room with Caspian, and the other for watching. Like most interrogation rooms, we have a trick mirror but by now, every criminal knows that someone can see them on the other side.

Decker and I both open different doors, and he gives me a slow nod as if to say good luck. I nod back and flash a smile. I don't usually take part in interrogations but I have a lot of experience under my belt.

Caspian is just another criminal. I step inside and my eyes land on Caspian's smirking face.

"Here we go." I whisper under my breath.
His hands are cuffed to the table and he wears the same clothes from the night before, and although his hair was disheveled and it looked like he'd barely gotten any sleep, he was still smiling. The chair he's sitting on tips from side to side as he moves his feet against the ground.

"Are we going to start this?" He asks through a grin, "Or are you going to keep staring me up and down." I scoff at the remark and stalk up to the table.

"Let's start with why I was targeted in the first place." I say sharply.

"I don't know darling, I just capture who my employer tells me to." I smack him across the face.

"I can do this all day, if this is how you want to go about answering these questions I don't have to play nice." His cheek starts to turn red from the slap, but he just turns to face me and smiles again. I don't give it any thought and keep my composure, maintaining a straight face.

"Let me ask you again, why was I targeted." This time he makes the smart choice.

"I don't know much, but I hear you've been tasked with the Malgrave case, and my employer saw you as a threat." He takes a breath, "As to why I didn't take you in when you were drunk, I didn't know it was you at the time."

"How did you find out? I'd only gotten that case earlier that day?"

"Oh please, it was the most obvious shit in the world, it didn't even take a detective to figure out why the case was put on hold the same day you were called into his office."

"So tell me," I continue. "Why were you actually in the parking lot that night?"

"I was getting a lay of the land, I needed to know where you worked, what your schedule was, and so on, but no one in our agency knew what you looked like, only your last name and your occupation."

"How did you realize it was me afterwards, and how did you get my number?"

"Well I had brought it up with my employer that I helped a drunk girl get home that night at the agency, and once he knew your first name it didn't take long for us to connect the dots." He flashes another big smile. What is with this man? I think. "And honey," He whispers, "I just took your phone, you have Face ID, it wasn't exactly safe guarded." I sigh in annoyance, but press on there are still many unanswered questions.

"How'd you know I'd show up to the club?"

"I didn't." Most likely a lie, but Caspian doesn't seem like the type of person to think through a plan.

Don't beat yourself up when I escape.

He said, what a load of shit, there's no way he's escaping and he knows it.