"Styles, meet FBI Agent Caroline Forbes. She will be on your case and with you every day until she gathers more evidence and can turn you in, or you confess," the Sheriff informs me as I glance from him back to her, and she gives me a polite smile...
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"Y'know," Officer Chris, the wimpy man only fit to handle interrogation, begins, circling me as I'm cuffed to the table for yet another desperate try to get a confession out of me. His pathetic way of trying to look intimidating in that uniform does not match his character.
"I have to ask, what is it that makes Agent Forbes such a trigger for you? I mean, when I simply put her in her place last week, you got defensive. That says a lot."
His question burns at my skin, and I shoot him a glare as he comes around directly across the table from me.
I just wish Caroline was in here watching from the room like last week, instead of in her own meeting with the sheriff so she could shut him the fuck up.
Neglecting to answer him, he scoffs, shaking his head before he lets out a heavy sigh. "I bet you think that she's trying to be your friend, don't you? That's no good. It surprises me that such a strong-headed serial killer would cave that quickly."
He better not be trying to convince me otherwise. I already did a lot of that before I realized that I had feelings for her, for fuck's sake.
As he notices my tense shoulders, he sits down in front of me, a sly glint in his eyes before he reveals, "Well, don't worry about feeling weak like that for much longer, Styles."
Successfully, he's grabbed my attention, and he grins when I shift my gaze to him from my hands.
"What do you mean?" I dare to ask, hoping not to give myself away.
"You'll be back to yourself soon enough, man," he pats me harshly on the shoulder. "She can tell you herself, since you two are buddies, after all—" a knock at the door interrupts him, signaling that we're done here, and it's bloody well time.
The officer removes my cuffs from the table and pushes me out of the door, shoving me into a seat to wait for Caroline, causing me to grunt as I'm forced down to the chair, my eyes shooting daggers at him as he smirks, walking away.
I don't see how Caroline would be faking herself with me. None of it makes sense. She is so comfortable with me, and since the beginning has tried to figure me out and tame my aggression. There's no way she's just cold-heartedly lying so easily to me every time she's said she cares and wants to help me.
"Hey," a soft greeting snaps me from my worried trance, Caroline coming towards me alone with a distraught look over her face.
What the hell happened in her meeting?
"What's wrong?" The concern I have gives itself away immediately when she reaches me, and I raise my hands for her to remove the cuffs.
