Trapped

Decide

The world is full of mysteries.
Unanswered questions.
Unsolved cases.
Our job, as detectives is to solve the damn case we have.

For a detective every case is a battlefield, it's where we advance, feel a high rush and prove ourselves.
To do our jobs we have to believe that defeat is not an opinion, that no matter how hard the case is, we'll solve it.
we're trained to solve cases.
It's what we live for.
It when we feel alive.
It's when you find out who's the criminal and feel like your unbeatable, free and on top of the world.
Truly, I don't always know what I'm doing in a case, but I act like it. Most of us do.
But the fact is I'm always terrified, lonely, full of regret, and scared of the dark and in need for light.
And it doesn't matter how strong we are, the past always leaves a scar.
My scar is Amanda.

But at the end, our jobs as detectives is to solve the damn case we have.

So as I stand here looking through the two-way mirror at Michael Henderson.
I have no idea what to do.
I have no plan, no speech. Nothing.
I have nothing.
All I know is I need to make him talk.
And I need to do it now.
"I know you don't trust," I say to Shepard who is standing next to me, also staring at Michael. "And I don't trust you either. But you're going to have to try and trust me. Because even though I have no idea how but I know I'll make him talk."
"Okay, just remember we only have him till eight pm and it's one pm already."
I nod.
Damn his lawyer. He found a way to make us hold him for only 24 hours without evidence.

No matter how small and fragile a person seem. You should never underestimate them.
And I won't make the mistake to underestimate Michael Henderson.

That's it. I'm going in.

As I walk through the door, the cold air of the room slaps my face.
He looks at me then away.

Wait for it.

He looks back at me.
"You," he whispers.

Now that's my card here.
He doesn't know anything about me but that I'd do anything to get what I want.
And I'll make sure it stays that way.

"Miss me?" I smirk.
"What are you?" He asks, closing his eyes and rubbing on his forhead with his right palm.
"Juliane, Emily, Anna." I walk closer to the table. "All different people I pretended to be," I raise my voice calmly and put both of my palms on the table and lower myself to meet his eyes. "To get what I want."
He looks at the ceiling and chuckles. "Is this supposed to scare me?"
He laughs.
"Oh, wait if I pretend that I'm scared will you let me go?"
"I have no intention to scare you," I say and back up behind. "As a matter of fact I want to help you."

I hate to manipulate people like this.
Lie like this.
But it's proven that when you gain a suspects trust. He'll open up a little and probably stumble on a detail that could lead into finding an evidence.

"Everyone wants to help me here, yet you all believe I'm a monster."
"I don't believe so. You are so young to do such thing," I say sincerely. "But I know you're hiding something."

He shifts in his chair which indicates I'm correct.

"I think you should be grateful that I believe you are innocent," I say as I start walking around the room. "Close your eyes and think of what you appreciate, the things your thankful for. The things you're afraid of losing."

He does close his eyes.

"Take a deep breath. And decide, is whatever it is your hiding worth losing everything for?"

He takes a deep breath.

"Decide."

He opens his eyes and stares at me.
He opens his mouth then closes it.
He opens it again but no word comes out.
Then finally he says "What time is it?"
"Why?"
"I want to know how much time left till I leave this place," he smirks.

He can actually turn into a Shepard one day.
And the only way to break a Shepard was to use someone he loves.
Emma.
I turn and head for the door.
"Where you going?" He asks.
I smile to myself and walk out.

I call Emma.
I need her help.
"Hey, Emma. Can you come to the PD? We need to talk."
"Yeah, sure. Is everything alright?"
"I think you can finally help him."
"You finally believe he is innocent?"
"Maybe, but if he is you're the only one who can help."
"I'll be right there." She hangs up

Emma came ten minutes after she hung up.
We met outside the PD.
"What is it?" She asked.
"So, I believe he did it and you don't right?"
She nods.
"Okay, but we both know he is hiding something."
She jumps to say something but I stop her. "Sense he was at the crime scene and was acting weird..."
"Yes."
"You have to get anything out of him. I can't tell you how because you know him best."
She stares at the buildings in front of us.
"Do you think you can do it?"
She takes a very, deep breath.
"Yeah," she voice sounded hoarse "I'll use his mother. He really loves her."
"Are you sure?"
She shakes her head.
"I understand if you don't want to go through with this. I really do. But you have to decide now. So take a deep breath. And decide."
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
"Let's do it."
"Thank you Emma."
"I'm doing this for him. To prove he is innocent."

I shake my head.
I am not being stubborn, close minded.
In fact, I've thought about him not being the psychopath.
But, he is involved somehow. If he wasn't the psychopath.
He knows something.
And he sure as hell is hiding a lot.
I just need to get it out of him.
Only Emma is capable of that.

"So how do we do it?" She asked
"I can't get you in. So it'll be a phone call."
She shook her head.
I put my hand on her shoulder. "You can do it."
"No, that's hard."
"If you don't want..."
"No, I'll do it" she stopped me before I could finish my sentence.
And I nod.

Now I am standing in front of the door, taking a deep breath and hoping I won't get caught.

"I really want to help you," I tell him "and I think talking with a friend might help."
He eyes me suspiciously.
"She's been nagging all day, wanting to talk to you and stuff." I roll my eyes.
"Emma," he mutters
"Yeah, Emma King," I say "I'll call her and you guys can talk."
"What do you want in return?"
"I just want to prove to you that I'm here to help." I smile.
"I don't believe you, but let me speak with her."
I dial her number and hand him the phone.

I hope this works.
I need this to work.