Oh, Marcel!

A Little

~Harry~

"Alright. So go ahead and tell me your stories." Officer Rossdale said. She smiled politely, her dark red lips curving.

"Well, we are on a road trip and got a little lost." I begin with this because I don't know how much Marcel wants me to tell. "And so we stopped at McDonald's for food and to locate a motel for the night. When we came out we saw the car...and um well it was running and we..uh..thought you know someone was maybe.."

"Enjoying themselves with another in the car?" She says nodding.

"Yeah. But when we got closer, we realized that wasn't the case." I say and reach for Emily's hand.

"So then what happened?" Officer pushes.

"We saw that he didn't appear to be, um, okay I guess you could say. So when we opened the door and he uh, fell out, we knew that everything was not okay."

"It's Jimmy. Jimmy Saylene. You know him. And you know us." Marcel speaks clearly. Emily and I both look over to him, his face is so serious. Officer Rossdale rubs her hands together.

"I'm trying to get the story Marcel. It is Marcel right?" She sighs.

"Yes." Ember replies for him.

"Guys, I can't bring my personal life into my work. Please, continue your story." She gestures toward me.

"There was a wound in the side of his head. We think it was self inflicted because there was a gun on the floor in the car." I decide not to mention the note. I know that Ember will want to keep it.

"They also found this note." Ember says and slides the note across the desk.

Well so much for wanting to keep it.

"If you read it, he writes nothing about being suicidal. In fact the letter wasn't even finished." Ember says with a straight face. Shouldn't she be in tears? And what did she mean by the letter wasn't even finished. How the hell is the possible.

Emily seems just as confused as I am as she intently watches Officer Rossdale read the letter.

And how do they know this woman in the police uniform? Especially since we are all the way out here. Supposedly lost.

"You seem to be right, Ember. This letter will be an important piece in the investigation." She slips the note into a desk drawer. "Now is there anything else that you want to tell me?" She eyes Marcel.

He shakes his head.

"No one had any motives to kill Jimmy?" She asks, her eyes still on Marcel. He shifts in his seat, but maintains eye contact with the officer.

"No. I don't think so. I wasn't friends with him. Ever." Marcel says with an even tone.

"Jimmy wasn't always a nice boy in school, though." Ember pipes up. Marcel glares at her, but realizes that he is being watched and returns to normal.

"How so?" Officer Rossdale questions and puts her elbows on the desk.

"He was rude person. But then he began to change and we dated for a bit, but it didn't work out."

"I see." She nods at Ember. "Well, if that's all you guys have, I'm just going to need you to do a bit of paperwork and then I'll let you go."

"Could you drive us back to our car?" Marcel asks.

"No. But I'll have them drive it here or tow it here. I don't want anyone back on the scene." The officer stands up and begins to go through filing drawers.

"The keys aren't in the car." I say and Marcel holds them up. She turns around.

"Then I'll have it towed right now." She picks up her cellphone and types a few things in before setting it in its holster on her belt. She turns back to finding the paperwork.

"Okay, so I'm going to have you sign somethings that say that you are witnesses to this crime scene. Then there is this one which I will need contact information in case any of you become suspects in this case or we need you help." Officer Rossdale places multiple papers down in front of us, handing each a pen.

Emily squeezes my hand that I had forgotten was holding hers. I place a kiss on her temple, but both of us are clearly out of it as we fill out the papers.

~Marcel~

I can't believe Ember mentioned something about dating him. That was a bad move. Now the police are going to go to her for all the answers she doesn't know.

She sits next to me. Fiddling with her fingers, all the tears have been cried. There is nothing left in her. Ember shouldn't have to ever cry from sadness.

My hand finds one of hers and stops her from nervously fiddling with them. She looks up at me, her face is pale and her eyes hold no emotion anymore. All the emotion is gone too.

"I love you." I lean into her ear, whispering. A gentle kiss on her earlobe and she twitches a little.

"Love you." She mumbles and looks away.

She must still be thinking of Jimmy's letter. I understand, she probably still had some feelings for him. It's a lot for her to take in.

Now don't get me wrong, I would never wish for Jimmy to die. But after all these years of being under his thumb, I can't help but to feel a little relief.

A little.

Johnny is still out there. Somewhere.

And I know, he killed Jimmy.