Unbroken

Chapter 40

Walking into the secured prison I keep my eyes straight forward following right after Alexander. Guards surround us on all sides as we by pass the security check points. Down the long hall is one door.

One steel door that requires two pass codes from the top officials according to the King. This is where they keep the most dangerous criminals when interrogating them.

The officials both scan their eyes then they press a random finger on to the scanner. Once the green light goes off we enter a short hallway with two doors. Both doors are steel. The first one is opened for us and we are led in. Looking through the glass I see a lone man sitting hand cuffed to a table. He looks to old to have been able to do what has been done to me. He does't look like he has much energy to do anything.

The door to the interrogation room opens and a male African American officer steps in. "Do you know why you're here?" He asks him.

This man looks a little to old to be able to do anything to me. His body build doesn't make anything click in my brain. "Is he the man that did it?" Alexander asks without taking his eyes off of him.

I would say no. "Not directly. He just helped, but he is the key to the others he's the weak link of the group. We'll be able to crack him in no time." 

Turning my attention back to the glass I see the man fidget in his seat looking uncomfortable. His pale skin wrinkling as he frowns. "The new princess is why I am here. You think I am one of the men that helped kidnap her." He can't be one of them.

The officer nods his head as he opens a folder showing him graphic pictures of me from that day. One picture is of my baby in the box. The man grabs the picture of my dead baby just staring at it. "I love babies." He says as a tear falls down his eyes confusing me. "I never wanted to kill it. The other men had no problem. That's why I only helped kidnap her and made sure no one saw me. I was only the driver." That's why I don't recognize him. It could also be from my head trauma.

"Are you admitting to helping kill the royal heir and kidnap the princess?" The old man nods his head as he puts the picture down. "Do you know what this means? You are admitting to treason against your country." Reaching my hand out I grab Alexanders as he nods his head again.

Could he be lying to cover up for someone? He seems so frail and old. "She made them. She made us do it. She made us." He repeats to the officer banging his hands on the steel table. "She hates the princess." She?

Why does she hate me? "Who is this she?"

"I can't tell you. I can't she will kill my grand children." What kind of person makes these threats to people. To kill innocent children?

Everyone in the room has gone stiff with this new information. This girl hating me could mean big trouble if she is willing to kill his family. "Why does this she hate the princess?" How could she hate me if she doesn't even know me?

The old man shakes his head but the officer continues to pressure the old ma. He slams his hands down on the table jarring me and the old man.

"She told us that the prince was hers. That Arabella stole him from her." All I can think about is his ex girlfriend, but she could never pull this off.

"What's her name sir?" The officer asks.

"I can not tell. She is obsessed with him. The things I have seen her do for him has us all freighted." The officer looks back at the glass before turning back to him.

He seems as if he is struggling with his next question to ask him. The agent next to me texts something out and the officer interrogating the man glances at his phone he looks back up before taking a deep breath. "Tell us her name. I can guarantee you that she will not hurt you or your family. We will lock her up for the rest of her life. Your family will be safe. Now just tell me her name so we can make sure that she doesn't hurt anyone else." Can he guarantee that?

"Her name is Margret." Both rooms go dead silent. Everyone around me turns to look at Alex and I follow in question.

Does he know a Margret? "That's impossible she could never do this. She could barely do math without claiming it hurt her head. She always claimed she would get brain fever from just thinking to much." Alex claims while looking at me then the official agent.

"Most likely she lied about her name just in case he ever told." The agent says.

The agent digs around the file and finally pulls out a picture of the ex girlfriend. "Her name is Margret? "Is this her?"

He studies for a while before shaking his head. "No that's not her. I do remember one time I was walking down the street and I saw her walking with the princess. Princess Arabella, but she didn't see me. It looked like they got in an argument, and the princess walked off." I knew her? I could try to figure out who I've had arguments with but that basically everyone.

"Did you get her real name?" I hope he did. I need to know who betrayed me. Who used me.

"I remember because from then on she would plan much more evil things. When she learned of the pregnancy she had a gleam in her eye. An evil gleam. It kind of matches her name." The room seems to grow smaller and smaller as my heart pounds.

The officer once again asks for her name. "Princess Arabella do you remember this?" The agent asks.

I shake my head. "It would be to many people to even try to eliminate from." Its all up to him. The officer places a bunch of head shots of people that I have even considered as a friend which is not many. Just people pictured with me more than once.

The old man looks at all the pictures, studying them till he settles on one and his eyes go big. "This is her." He holds up the head shot. I freeze at the face on the picture. "The princess was arguing her." It can't be. I always knew she was crazy, but this is to far.

"Are you sure?" He asks again.

"Yes I am sure. She called her Elaine." Elaine the evil.

After all this time we figure out it was Elaine behind everything.

XX

L.S.G.