Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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I sat in a cold room, robe wrapping around me because, apparently, they had to arrest me right then. It couldn't wait long enough for me to change. A woman walked in. She had brown hair and wore a pantsuit. The woman who was there when I was arrested along with Sam. Detective Ballard, I think.
"Where's Sam and Dean?" I asked.
"Sam is in the room next to this one," she said. "And Dean's being questioned and held on suspicion of murder."
"He didn't do it," I told her.
"You sound so sure." She moved to sit across from me. "What happened to you, Capri? You're twenty-three. Last known residence burned to the ground, killing your roommate, and you've been gone ever since."
I shrugged. "Needed some time after I lost my best friend. Figured what's better than to go on a road trip with my boyfriend and roommate."
"How long have you known the Winchesters?"
"I've known Sam since my first year at Stanford. He moved in with me and my friend after they started dating. He's a good friend of mine. He introduced me to Dean about eight months before the fire." It was the lie we came up with if I ever needed it. I thought that had been stupid. "We hung out for a while. Then we started dating. Now here we are."
"But what about when your boyfriend died in St. Louis?" Detective Ballard asked.
I stayed quiet.
"You've had a clean record," she stated. "I mean, you got good grades, got into Stanford. Why throw it all away for some guy?"
"I didn't. I needed a break. Jessica was my best friend, and I couldn't handle it by myself. I told you, I took a trip with my boyfriend and Sam. And if my record is so clean, why am I here?"
"Right now, in St. Louis, there are people exhuming a corpse, trying to find out how Dean faked his death," she said. "He's a bad guy. He tortured so many young women. Did you know that?"
"He didn't," I said.
"He'll spend the rest of his life behind bars. You don't have to."
"You're asking me to rat on him?"
"No. We caught him red-handed at Karen Giles house," detective Ballard said. "He's done whether you say he did anything or not. We're just asking for you to fill in some missing pieces. It'll help you save yourself."
I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. "I want to talk to him."
"Who?"
"Dean," I said. "Let me see him and I'll tell you everything. Otherwise, I don't say a word."
