The Boston Slasher (hesxljp).

03 - interrogation

03 // interrogation

The man's apartment was spotless; the wood floors were clean, every surface was dusted and the coffee and side tables clear of any clutter -everything seemed to have it's own place. I noted his cleanliness and related it to how the body was cleaned and posed at the scene. My eyes darted to the photo frame on the desk as the captain spoke to the man; it was of a picture of himself, Carter and an unknown trio of people along with them.

"Who are these people?" I said as I took the photo and held it up towards him. He was still somehow processing the news that his girlfriend was dead.

"Uh sorry," He said clearly shocked. He ran his hands through his hair as he walked over towards me and pointed out each person, "Ellie Baker, Louis Tomlinson and Chet Pollar." His voice was laced with sorrow and loss. I nodded and pulled out my note pad and took down the names for future reference.

"I'm sorry for your loss," I placed the picture back in its rightful spot and turned to face him again. "But you are going to have to come in and answer some questions." He nodded, his eyes still filled with water and looking to his shoes. I sighed and started to walk back to the car, waiting for Det. Clarke to appear with our first suspect. I couldn't imagine how this guy felt at that moment but I know for a fact that we weren't helping at all.

The drive back to the office was short and quiet, which alerted my suspicion. I peered into the side view mirror into the back seat to see the suspect looking down at his lap twiddling his thumbs. He looked at the back of my head before seeing my eyes on him in the mirror. He then glanced back down at his lap. Odd to not show any emotion at the news that the person you love is dead. Hopefully he loved her.

"Take him into room four. I have a few questions to ask him." I spoke to Det. Clarke and looked into the suspect's eyes while speaking. I couldn't help but sense he was somewhat nervous. The best part of my job was the interrogation, I felt so powerful and in control. I always looked forward to questioning because, although it took time, I always had the upper hand with the evidence I collect at the scenes. I had learned to make it look like I don't know enough so that the suspect would think they were off the hook.

"Technique?" Clarke rolled her sleeves up to just below her elbow and sipped on her coffee. We sat at our desks which were within the same condensed space. I tapped the tip of my pen on my desk as I gathered all the things I needed before entering the room.

"Just be patient and nonchalant. All you have to do is watch the screens. If I can't crack him, I'll send you in to give it a shot." I know this is her first time doing an interrogation so I gave her some tips.

"Alright. Whenever your ready the room is set up." Clarke said as we rose from our seats. I collected the files, my notepad and a pen and lead the way into the room. Clarke departed into the room next door to watch over. Niall was sat on a chair facing the door, his arms were leaning against the table in front of him and his eyes were closed. When he heard the door open, his eyes opened and he looked over at me.

"Hello Niall." I sat in one of the seats opposite him.

"Why am I here?" His voice was deep, annoyance trickled through it. His eyes never broke contact with mine since I had entered the room.

"Just to answer a few questions regarding Carter Oslo. Before we begin, would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee?" I offered seeing as he was already showing signs of resentment.