Trapped

Complicated

I'm standing in front of Emma King's house, and knocking on their door.
"Hello, are you Emma?" I ask the little blond girl in front of me.
She obviously is Emma. She is about 17 years old, kind of short, and good looking.
"Yes, who are you?" She smiles.
"I'm Detective Emily Lance, can I please have a talk with you inside?"
"Yes, come in," she moves from the door to let me "is something wrong?"
"Are your parents home?"
"Yes, my mother is up sleeping."
"Okay."
"Follow me to the living room so we can sit,"
She is nice.
Too nice.
We walk to a small room with a tv with 2 couches and 1 chair.
I sit on the chair while she sits on the couch in front of me.
She is wearing blue jeans and a long sleeved green sweater.

"So, what is it?" She asks, worried.
"You're friends with Michael Henderson right?"
"Oh my god, did something happen to him?"
I could feel her worries growing bigger.
"Look, I will tell you everything, but first you need to answer all my questions. Okay?"
"Okay."
"How well do you know him?"
"Pretty well. I'm probably his only friend in this town."
"How did you meet?"
"I introduced myself on his first day at our school. We haven't left each other's side since then until now," she looks at the floor with such sadness in her eyes as if she was blaming the floor for it.

Damn you floor
Why did you break us up
You had to stand up and break us apart you filthy stupid floor.

Okay, I'll stop I'm not funny.

"What happened?"
"Well, last weekend he didn't reply to any of my texts. Then, on Sunday I went to check on him because I was worried," she worries a lot. "But he snapped at me. Said that I worry too much," he was right. "That nothing is up and he made it clear he wanted to be left alone, so I left him and we haven't talked since." She plays with her hair.
Wait wasn't her hair blonde a few minutes ago?
How is it red now?

"Do you have any idea why he would do such thing?"
"No, I honestly don't."
"Did he tell you anything?"
"Yes, on Friday he did tell me something."
"What?"
"I can't."
"Please Emma?"
"I really can't."
"Look, anything you say can either help or worsen his case. So, please if you believe he would never hurt anyone. Tell me."
"But it's not my secret to share."

He told her something on Friday night.
I read somewhere in the file that The tipper tipped us on Saturday morning.
He told her his mother was raped so she told the police that he could be the murderer and that's why he stopped talking to her.

"He told you that his mother was raped." I state.
"How did you know?"
"Because you tipped us on Saturday."
"Tipped you? What?"
If she is lying right now. She is so freaking good.
"You told us anonymously that Michael has something to do with the raping/killing case."
"No, I didn't."
She wasn't lying.
She isn't lying.
So, there must be another friend who knows about his mother's history.
"Oh my god, that's why he hates me. You told him it was me."
"No, I just said anonymously. So we don't have names."
"God, how could he believe I'd think of him like this."
"Where does Michael usually spend his time?"
"Please tell me what's going on here."
"We agreed that once you answer all my questions I'll tell you everything."
She nods.
"If he's not at school, then he spends it with me or at his house with his mother. He really loves her," she says "oh god, aunt Marlene must be broken. I've got to go see her."
"You will, Emma. As soon as we finish here" I try my best to smile.
"Have you been romantically involved?"
"No," she bit her lip.
"What are you not telling me?"
"Well, it's not like we don't have a spark. At some moments I did think he was going to kiss me," she looked up, "what I'm trying to say is I think we're in love but never acted upon it."
"I see," I say, "does he have other friends?"
"Not that I know of. He isn't actually sociable plus the kids at school are jerks, they don't like him at all."
"Do they like you?"
"I have friends."
"Did you tell anyone Michael's secret?"
"Of course not, as I said it's not mine to share."
"Be honest with me Emma. Is there anything suspicious to you about Michael?"

She closes her eyes and I know she is thinking hard.
She didn't lie the entire time and I hope she doesn't now.

"Yes. Yes there is something," she screams out of joy and claps her hands. I have no idea why she is happy.
"On Tuesday," okay that's interesting. The day I found him at the crime scene.
"I saw him at school and he had a weird phone with him, you see he owns an iPhone but now he had a stupid old blackberry one."
"Uh-huh. What was he doing?"
I don't see where this is going.
"He was reading something, probably a text."
"Did you see who it was?"
"No, I didn't go close to him but I think he kept  reading the same text because he wouldn't move a finger or anything he just stared at the phone."
"Okay," I say.
"Then as if the text convinced him, he suddenly walked out of school before it even ends."
God this is good.
"Can you tell me what time was this?"
"Probably around 12:45, because after he left by five minutes the bell rang so I'm sure."
"No, that can't be it," Sandra called us at 1:00. He couldn't have abducted her and got her there in just fifteen minutes.
Doesn't make sense.
"Why?" She asks.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."

Someone must be helping him.
The someone who was texting him.
I have to check his phone.

"Okay, thanks Emma I have to go"
"Tell me before you go."
"Right," I say "Michael has been arrested."
"Why?"
"We think he is the psychopath."
"As in the murdering rapist?" She chuckles.
"Yes, and it's not funny I saw him with my own eyes running away from the crime scene."
"Doesn't mean he raped someone," she laughs "trust me you are wasting time with him."
"I can't trust you. I'm sorry. Good bye."
I start walking to the door and she follows "you know what? I thought you cops were all about hard work and stuff but the first person you look at? A 17 year old innocent kid and you throw it all on him."
I keep walking.
"Please Listen to me, like I listened to you."
"Yes?" I say standing in front of the door as I open it.
"Michael is really innocent. Go find the real psychopath before he murders another innocent girl."
"Thank you for answering my questions Emma. Good bye." I walk away.

The only way he could've kidnapped Sandra is if he had help.
But, who would help him?
Actually, who would he let help him?
He didn't trust Emma.
The girl he obviously had strong feelings for.
He could've asked his mother for help, but how can I ever be sure?.

This just keeps getting more complicated.

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