"I can't believe we're doing this," Aaric grumbled to himself as he headed back into the interrogating room. He couldn't believe that the others were actually playing the girl's stupid little game and letting her tell this story piece by piece. In his opinion they should just lock her up and be done with it. All the evidence points to her, so what's the point of interrogating her? "Curse Callista's nice ass." He stopped in front of the door; shifting the Port City Java coffee cup and stack of papers in his arms to get a free hand to open the door. The four police officers had a separate door to go in from the girl since they were in separate rooms. He entered the room and immediately spotted Callista and Drew who were already in the room. Aaric turned around to close the door, but jumped when Chanel slammed her hand against it.
She took the donut out of her mouth and smiled apologetically, "Sorry." Before walking over to where Callista was sitting and plopping down in the seat next to hers, being careful to watch over her cup of coffee. Aaric mumbled an incoherent word, most likely a curse word, under his breath before closing the door shut and locking it. They were required to lock the doors when they started, so that there wouldn't be any interruptions.
"She's not here?" Aaric asked, though he already knew the answer since she wasn't in the other room. He glanced down at his watch, "It's time to start. Where is she?"
"She should be on the way," Drew answered, taking a huge bite of the donut in his hand. Aaric nodded and walked over to the larger man. He placed his stuff down on the counter and faced the others. Callista was going through her stack of papers, while Chanel was scrolling through her phone and eating her donut.
"Are we really going to listen to the rest of her story today?" He questioned, gaining their attention.
Callista blinked, "Of course."
"It's the only way we'll get what happened out of her," Chanel added.
"This is just ridiculous. We're wasting time. Why don't we just lock her up? She even said it herself, she's going to get arrested no matter what she does," Aaric pointed out with a frown. He had better things to do than sit here and listen to the girl's sob story. He had other cases to attend to instead of being here.
"We have to do our job correctly, Aaric," Callista said sharply. Chanel and Drew nodded mutely, continuing to eat their food. "As long as we can keep her talking, then she might slip and tell us what happened that night," Callista paused when two police officers brought the girl into her interrogating room. This time instead of being dressed in clothes covered in blood, she was wearing the orange jumper that prisoners wore. Since the questioning was taking a while and they already knew she was guilty, they had already gotten her a jail cell. Once she was seated, they waved to the four in the other room before existing the room. "Patience is key." She told the bleach blonde before turning her attention towards the girl. She leaned towards the microphone and smiled brightly, "Good morning, hun. Are you ready to continue your story?"
The girl tilted her head to the side and stared at them for a moment before answering, "Are you ready to hear my story? It gets a little... violent from here." Chills ran down their backs when her lips curled into a wide grin. They exchanged worried looks. Did they really want hear the rest?
Chanel leaned towards the microphone, "It's our job. We have to hear it whether we like it or not. Start talking, girlie."
She sat up and placed her elbows on the table, her wrists still hand cuffed together. "Don't say I didn't warn you," She said slowly. The way she said it raised the hair on the back of their necks.
