I'll Help You Hide From Them

Interrogation

I'm taken to the hospital with O'Malley, although he needs medical attention a lot more than I do. After they apply stitches to my split lip, I'm left alone with my thoughts for a while.

I need to find Doctor Illingworth before the shooter kills him to destroy me completely.

I don't even flinch at the door suddenly opening, revealing my Captain looking rather irritated but forcing himself to stay calm. "How are you Detective Woolnough?" He softly asks me, getting out his notebook to take down my answers.

"I'm alive... still..." I reply.

"Can you tell me about what happened?" He starts.

"While interrogating I must've angered Leonardo's gang. They felt the need to set a trap for the shooter using me as bait." I vaguely murmur, not wanting to announce to him all that I've learnt.

"According to the records, you went to see Jake Woolnough earlier today. What did you discuss?" He cautiously adds.

I instantly get from his tone where he's going with this.

"No, don't tell me he - of all things that could've gone wrong right now!" I gasp, wanting to throttle my brother.

He lets out a tired sounding sigh. "Did he discuss a desire to escape during your visit today?" He blinks slowly, clearly not happy to be asking any of these questions.

"No, he didn't! He seemed totally happy to be in his natural habitat!" I snap.

"Drew, you have to understand, this timing is certainly suspicious." He admits.

"I would never help him escape if that's what you're implying!" I growl. "He was the one who sold me out to Leonardo's crew!"

"Don't you think it's awfully convenient that the shooter killed all of them before we arrived there?" He points out plainly. "As someone who murdered your partner, they're extremely fond of you. Isn't this the second time your life has been saved by this shooter? I can't expect you to think I'll believe that's not a little strange."

I suddenly realise what is happening. "No, that's a ploy of theirs to set me up. You know I'd never side with someone who murdered Ralph when I was so vulnerable - at a time that I really needed him!" I plead.

"I know you loved Ralph, past tense. It's not unheard of that the new special friend has tried to prove themselves by taking out the ex." Laurence suggests.

"No, that's not how it is! I don't have anyone like that! I'm unbearable as it is!" I argue. "No one alive would care for me enough to kill for me!"

"Could I have been correct all along? Our very first suspect, Kier was someone you really put your neck out for and you're currently near dependant on him, almost as if you both have some kind of arrangement." Captain Beveridge holds heavy eye contact with me as he attempts to go from this angle.

I'm shocked at this sickening accusation. "How dare you! I'm disgusted at you accusing me of fucking my partner's underaged brother! How can he be the shooter if Blair got him nearly killed? The shooter would be able to protect himself no doubt!" I almost yell.

"We know that this shooter can work with others. Shane Sumner, the cannibal who assisted in your abduction, Toby Reynolds, the man who attempted to strangle you on your hospital bed, Jared Hobbs, the one you threatened to kill after he attempted to also kill you on your hospital bed. It doesn't seem so strange to add your name to that list, after all, you put Ralph in the perfect position to be shot in-"

"-FUCK YOU!" I scream at him, tears actually surfacing. "I'm not behind any of this, Laurence p-please, I would never do that to Ralph!" I whimper. "I'm being set up, please believe me, I couldn't do any of this." I beg, hating being this vulnerable.

"Drew, you're unstable, that causes me to doubt that's the whole truth." He coldly points out.

"I'm not! I'm not a killer! Laurence I'm not un-" I start.

"How are you not unstable? I've heard the report from your security guard of you putting a gun in your mouth, not to mention you've been abducted for a second time in this case and had to put up with your dearly loved partner's corpse on your lap! If you didn't beg to see your therapist when you were rescued, I'd be inclined to trust your judgement but you are unstable and that's perfectly normal after what you've just been through!" He points out.

I struggle to look at him after hearing this list. "I need to sort myself out but I'm certain what I couldn't be behind this. The shooter hates me too much for me to be an accomplice." I admit shakily.

"What did you have for dinner yesterday?" Laurence asks me forgivingly, obviously trying to help me prove that I haven't totally lost it.

The second I open my mouth to answer, it occurs to me that I don't at all remember.

Oh God, why can't I remember? What if there's something more important that I don't remember?

Tears actually spill onto my cheeks when I work out that this partly proves my captain's point that I've lost it completely. "I haven't done any of this." I try to reiterate.

He looks slightly disappointed. "Can you think of anywhere your brother could be?" He asks.

"I used to be one step ahead of him..." I think out loud.

"I think you should spend the night in the psychiatric ward so we can be sure that you won't be doing anything harmful to yourself or others." Laurence suggests.

"I'm not crazy!" I whine.

"I can see the signs. I knew you were fragile but I didn't think you'd crack this hard." He softly tells me, closing his notebook and leaving the room.