Dreamlocked

Chapter 7: Getting to Know the Subject

Hello my lovelies! Last day of break before school so I thought y'all were in for an update because I'm seriously off schedule.

Anywho; enjoy!

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“Take a seat.” I shrugged out of my coat and put it on the rack by my door.

I crossed to my bookshelf and pulled a drawer open. I fished a pen out of the disaster area. I put it in one of my dress pockets. It was a gloomy day and I hadn’t turned on any lights so my office was flooded with soft grey light. Not to bright, but not to dim either. I turned back to face the man again. My desk entered my field of view. It was dark wood like the rest of my office furniture and had a black, glass surface. It was on the small side and housed my laptop, a lamp, and some books and papers on top. There were drawers on either side and they housed my files. The whole piece was in front of the back wall which was made of windows. He had taken the plush seat right next to it. His choice in seat and the way he was sitting suggested he was comfortable and not intimidated. I crossed to my desk chair and stood in front of it and the windows. He looked right at me and furrowed his brow.

“I’m sensing you have a question or two.” I spoke delicately.

      “You guessed correctly.” He smirked. “I have but one important one. Who are you?”

      “First of all, I didn’t guess. Secondly, my name is Detective Cassidy Nethers.” I smirked and stuck my hand out over the desk. He stood and took my hand in his. We shook briskly. I sat and he followed.

      “So, earlier when you said you knew her so well you were the same person-” he started.

      “Exactly.” I finished. “So, how can I help you? No. Wait. What is your name?” I pulled the blank ID out of my pocket and tossed to him across the desk. “Giving me a blank piece of paper is not proper identification.”

      “When did I give you this?” He asked displaying the sleeve. He opened it and glanced at the blank paper and his expression changed ever so slightly from confusion to understanding.

      “You’re kidding right? You seriously don’t remember what you did yesterday, or are you just teasing me because I didn’t tell you who I was? You were the one who knew my name first.” I crossed my arms over my chest and look accusingly over the desk at my newest client.

      “Sorry. Of course. I try to suppress serious events. You can call me Doctor Smith or John.”

      “Doctor John Smith, nice. Okay, one more question. Why is that paper blank?” I held my position in my chair. He paused.

      “The card that I put in there must have been a dud, sorry.” He shrugged tensely and looked away from my eyes. Liar.

      “You didn’t- forget it. Let’s get started. What about this murder?” I pulled my notebook and pen out of opposite dress pockets and added his name to his profile and flipped to a new page. “Where did it happen?”

      “In the hospital where I worked.”

      “Worked?”

      “I only saw the victims when I went to pick up my last check. I got fired last week on Tuesday.” He still kept his gaze anywhere but on me. He was lying again.

      “Would you mind taking me to the crime scene? I need to take a look. Did you call the police or tell anybody?” The way he told me the story made me think not. Besides, he was practically lying through his teeth.