Hiding off the Grid

Chapter Fifteen

I stood there unmoving as 10 police officers bustled me around. I somehow acquired handcuffs and was being placed in the back of a police car. I'm pretty sure they asked me some questions but I was too dazed to acknowledge them. I'm still sort of in shock, I can't believe I let them get to me. I can't believe that I stayed because of Jaxton. 

Wait, Jaxton! That name sent alarms through my brain and suddenly I woke up. But it was already too late they already shut and locked the car. I frantically looked out the window and didn't see him anywhere in sight. That can't be the last time I see him, I can't leave like this.

But too late, before I knew it I was in a local jail cell. I had my belongings taken from me, my picture taken, and my fingerprints taken.

I sat on the cold floor waiting for someone to come in and bring me somewhere or something. I have no clue how this works. And I'm sure they will do things differently for me since I was one of America's most wanted criminals.

Sooner or later I was right. It wasn't long before a guy wearing a suit stood in front of my cell. He was handsome, had black hair and brown eyes, he even had long eyelashes. "Ms. Arizona Stone." The guy said looking down at me, I was still sitting on the floor.

"Yes?" I asked standing up.

"My name is Damien King and I am with the FBI. We are going to take you into interrogation before we decide to hand you over to the federal prison to deal with you." He said a little harshly. He was looking me up and down as if I have killed a bunch of people. I sighed, things couldn't get any worse. 

"Okay" I nod. "Let's go" I try to say enthusiastically. I really wanted to get out of here. After I agreed, a separate man unlocked the door and put me in handcuffs before I followed Damien out the door and into a black SUV. 

*

The light shown brightly in my face. I arrived in the interrogation room not too long ago and was already stressed. The room was gray and empty except for a table in the middle with one chair on each side of it. There was also a mirror running down the whole length of one wall to my right. From watching criminal investigation shows, I know that they were on the other side studying all of my movements right now.

I was currently sitting in one of the chairs with my hands in my lap, waiting for something to happen. Damien said nothing the whole car ride here then just dumped me in this room. I wonder if he was the one that was going to question me.

I was right as I heard the only door in the room open and close and I looked up to see Damien standing in front of me. He didn't take a seat and I was quite disturbed, he only set down a folder he had in his hands on the table. 

"So Ms. Stone, you are sitting here today because of the murder of your parents." He said without any emotion, looking me right in my eyes. I knew he was trying to intimidate me.

"I didn't kill anyone." I said matter of fact, looking him back in the eyes. I made sure I wasn't showing emotion, but really it hurt. How could they think a girl killed her own parents? I don't think anyone would want to grow up alone.

"How does that explain your fingerprints on the gun we found at the scene?" Damien asked, his eyebrows raising in question.

"The guy who killed my parents tried to frame me." I say, as I tried to hold back the memories of that night, the night I lost everything. 

"Another guy was at the scene?" Damien asked, this time sitting down, opening his folder and writing something down.

"Yes." I simply answered.

"What did he look like? Did you recognize him from somewhere else?" Damien asked, looking at me.

"No, all I remember is a guy in a black ski mask." I stated, and Damien pressed his lips together, he was thinking.