Dirty Little Secret

42.

Chloe's POV
The curtain flew shut behind me and two pairs of hands were gripping my arms. I knew I shouldn't have fought against them, but I haven't done anything wrong. I watched out of the corner of my eyes as people judged me and looked at me in disgust, i bowed my head and let these cops walk me out at their own pace, but everything was moving in slow motion around me. We walked in sync past everyone and through the waiting rooms and outside to the cop car. One of them, with a hand still on my arm, opened the door and i was walked to it before having my head pushed down and i sat forward in the seat, failing to ignore the discomfort of having my hands cuffed behind my back so chose to sit forward. The journey was silent except the rare exchange of words between the cops. We arrived at the station and the taller of the two came round and opened the door.

"Come on" he mumbled and wagged his hand, i stepped out and his hand gripped the top of my arm and i was walked in to the front desk. (A/N I don't know how this bit works).

"Hey Janice, this is Miss Chloe Beale" the shorter guy smiled at the lady with frizzy hair behind the desk.

"Okay..." she paused, "can you put all of your personal possessions into this bag please?" She put a clear bag with a zip seal and tapped it, she then picked up a label and wrote something down on it. The cops unlocked my cuffs but made sure to keep a hand on my shoulder and stood almost uncomfortably close. I dug into my pocket and took out my phone, keys and some money that i dropped into the bag.

"Your jewellery as well please miss" the deep voice of the officer uttered. It would have been the woman who said that but she'd gone to call someone. I slipped off my thumb ring and ear rings and popped them into the bag. The lady returned and sealed the bag.

"Alrighty" she said, "you can take her into interview room 1, the detective will be in shortly" she told us, smiled and took the bag away. I was walked into a dark room and sat on a chair at a desk by the wall that had a video tape and a lamp. A minute or so later and in came two detectives, an aged man and a mature lady looking quite smug, they took a seat in front of me.

"Hello" the lady greeted and pressed a button on the tape, i smiled at them, "interview initiated at 10:30am" she linked her fingers together and rested them on the desk in front of her, "may i call you Chloe?" She asked, i nodded slowly, "speak up for the tape please" she smirked smugly.

"Yes" i said clearly, very irritably.

"Excellent. Chloe, i understand you work as a teacher, teaching English, yes?"

"Yes that's right"

"As a first substantial job, i understand you're doing well for being so young?"

"I like to think so yes" i nodded and slouched back in my chair and sighed.

"Have you always wanted to be a teacher?"

"I like helping people" i shrugged.

"Did you always want to help such young people?" She emphasised the word young and tried to use it as an insult. I shook my head.

"No, i just wanted to help people" i repeated.

"Okay, do you have a lot of friends Chloe?" The lady asked me, shrugging.

"Yeah, some I've had for many years" i nodded.

"That's great, are you close with these friends?"

"Some closer than others" i said.

"Would one of these 'closer' people be Rebecca Mitchell by any chance?" She asked giving me a smug smile.

"Yes"