Detective Horan [njh]

Five ; Suspects Number Two and Three

Niall Horan - June 9, 2013

"Where does Derek live?" I ask Harry who is flipping the pages of the journal. "522 Water Street." He states. "Isn't that by an alley?" "Yeah, turn here." Harry says as I turn the wheel. "Alright... Here goes nothing." I sigh getting out of the car and locking it. 

 "Who are you two?!" A voice shrieked approaching Harry and I. "Do you know this man?" I ask holding up the photo of Derek. "Yo, D!" The man calls out as another slightly smaller man walks over. "What?" "Detective Horan, Doctor Styles. Did you know Greg Moran?" 

"What's it to ya?" He asks skeptical. "Greg is now dead and you're one of our suspects." I say grabbing my gun from behind. "You really think I killed that low-life?" "So you admit you had something with your step-son?" He scoffs and shakes his head.

"Greg was mental." "Oh? And I suppose you don't mind if we take you downtown and question you." He scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Put your hands behind your head, sir. Anything you say or do will be documented and can and will be used against you in court." Harry says coldly. 

He rolls his eyes and puts his hands up just as I cuff him. We practically throw him in the back seat before driving off to find suspect number three.

"Should we drop Derek off, first?" I nod and we drive a bit further until we come to the station. "You take him in and I'll wait here?" I offer. Harry nods and drags Derek into the office. I wait a few more minutes until Harry comes out empty handed and we drive off.

"Last suspect, Gracen, right?" "Right... I've heard she was a physco." "Great." I mutter under my breath as we slowly approach the apartment Gracen and her new boyfriend live in. "You sure she's home?" "Positive." Harry says as we round the front door.

I calmly knock on the door and of course, there is no answer. Whoever was in the house was not making it very subtle to be quiet. There was all this banging going on and rustling around. I clicked the little button to call for back up quietly and I knocked again.

"Police, open up!" I shout banging on the door. Again, no answer so I take the heel of my foot and bash it into the door as the door smacks against the inner wall. I slowly creep up the stairs and hear the rush of the back up swarm outside the house.

"What do you guys want?!" A woman asks emerging in just a towel. She shrieks and stares at me like she's waiting for an explanation. "Are you Gracen Bridge?" "Yeah, why?" "Detective Horan, here." I say making sure the back up outside can hear me. 

"Why are you here?" "You're the third suspect in the shooting of Greg Moran, I am going to have to ask you to put on some clothes and we need to take you down to the station." I calmly say. "Jack!" She shouts. A large man appears, which I am guessing is her new-found lover.

"Jack, tell this guy that he is not welcomed in our house!" She shouts. Jack glares at me and yells, "You need to leave." "I'm sorry sir, I have a warrant." I say holding up the paper. He grabs it and rips it into a million pieces. I gulp and press the button to let the other police offers know I need help.

"Ma'am, I am going to ask you one more time. Please go put on some clothes and we will question you. It's that simple." I state. She looks at me hard and shakes her head. "Yeah, that just won't due." Gracen states. "Well it will have to." I say as the other officers barge in the door.

"Put your hands where I can see them!" Two officers shout at Jack as he rolls his eyes. "Gracen, go put on clothes." I say as she trudges upstairs. "Make sure she doesn't get away." I whisper to another officer running right behind her. 

Once Gracen has clothes on, the officers forcefully shove her into the back of the police vehicle while Harry and I put a tracking device on Jack. He isn't a suspect, but he does look like he could kill and if he is trying to get away, we need to know.

"Where's Shauna?" Harry asks. "She said she had some business to take care of, whatever that means." The officer nods to him and they all rally up. "Alright, we have caught all suspects and are taking them back to headquarters." One of them speaks into their walkie-talkie.

"Thanks for calling us. Anytime you need back-up, let me know." He says giving me a pat on the back. I nod and hop into the car and drive off back to the Police Station. We interrogated them and while no one had anything interesting to say, except Gracen.

"Where were you the night of his murder?" "At Walmart, like always. Gettin' useless crap to eat." Gracen states. "Do you have a clue as to who did this?" "Yes, but I can't say. This person told me not to say, or else they'd have my head." 

 "Well if it wasn't you, please inform me." Gracen sighs and leans forward directly in front of me. "All I can tell you is that she is closer than you think." I sit back in my chair and ask, "How close?" "Right under your nose. You just have to find her." 

"Alright, thank you." I say getting up and walking to Shauna's office. "Shauna, we're done interviewing everyone." "And?" "We have nothing. But they are all going to testify in court." She nods and sighs. "I just want whoever to do this to be brought to justice." 

I nod and ask on impulse, "Where's Molly?" "She's out and about. You don't need to know where she is every hour, Horan." I nod wearily and walk back to my desk to collect the files.

I searched through all the files and nothing pointed to a new suspect. In fact, nothing pointed to any evidence that one of these three people could have killed. "Gretchen?" "Yes?" "Will you bring Doctor Styles in here, for a moment?" She nods and sends him in.

"Hey Niall, what's up?" "Gracen told me that the killer was right under our noses." I speak in a low voice. "Well who wasn't at the scene of the crime when it happened?" "Everyone except... Gretchen and Shauna."

"So if Gracen knows who did it, just ask her about those two specifically." He says. "That's the problem, she won't tell me." I search through more files and hold up one that I hadn't seen before.

Detective Horan, Doctor Styles.

If you show anyone, you're dead. -G

xx

I ripped the note off the file and carefully stuck it on the back. Once we were done looking at it, I locked my desk up and headed home. This is going to be one heck of a case to solve.

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