A Double Truth

Chapter 7

They are all placed into separate interrogation rooms to answer further questions. While the others aren't that worried, Skye starts to feel a sense of dread that she could possibly be convicted of Connor's murder. She takes a deep breath.

The head detective, Detective Smith, comes in, closing the door behind him.

"What's the point of one way mirrors anymore? Anyone who watches tv or movies can easily tell that you guys are watching us from behind the mirror," Skye says.

"This is not the time for silly little questions. You and your friends admit to knowing who killed Camille Jackson?" He looks at her incredulously.

"Yes. But I kind of want to question the police work that you do here if you couldn't figure out what a group of college kids figured out."

"Enough with the mind games!" he says, starting to get frustrated with this little twat, "Who killed Camille Jackson?"

"First of all, I would like immunity for the crime that I am about to admit to, other than the death of Camille Jackson."

"I can't guarentee that because it's the judge's decision, but I will try. but if anything you say is found to be false, you will be sent to prison for premeditated murder. Now who killed Camille?!"

"That's easy. Herself." Skye says with a smirk of satisfaction.

"What?" he asks, thoroughly confused.

"It all started a year ago when Camille's twin brother Connor Jackson went to a party. He wanted to unwind a little, so he went to find the campus drug dealer," Skye takes a deep breath before continuing, "He came to me. I sold him the drugs."

The detective raises an eyebrow at this statement, "Continue."

"He overdosed and was found dead the next day on December 11, 2015. Camille blamed me because I sold him the drugs. She never forgave me and held a grudge against me up until her death. On December 11, 2016, Camille committed suicide."

The detective laughs, "You think you're being funny, don't you? You can't just claim that Camille committed suicide without any evidence. Besides, we have all the evidence that you were at the crime scene."

"Yes. My DNA was found in the crime scene. Even down to the last fingerprint on that blade. But, I was not at the crime scene."

The detective looks at her curiously, wondering she where she was going with her story. Skye hands him a USB with the videos that Charlene took. "Mr. Smith, I think that watching these videos would help you understand what actually happened."

He plays the first video, showing Camille in her bedroom. In her hand is a plastic bag full of hair. She carefully, using tweezers, takes each piece of hair and places them in precise places around her room to make it seem like there was a struggle: on the coffee table, couch, armchairs, any piece of furniture that would been involved in a fight in her room. Next, she takes Skye's old water bottle to get fingerprints off of it and, carefully, places them onto the dresser, desk, chair, and murder weapon. She goes out of her room and turns off the light to her room.

"That was the first video. Camille planted evidence in her room to make it look like I was in her room. Then, to make sure that her fingerprints are not found on the blade and that she wouldn't smear of my fingerprints, she held it with the edge of her sleeve very carefully and slit her throat. She majored in physiology, so she knew the exact artery to slit that would led to a quick death." Skye explains.

The look on Detective Smith's face was filled utter surprise as he gapes at Skye speechlessly.

"Detective, I don't mean to be rude, but you detectives aren't as bright as I thought you guys were. Now, may I please go?" Skye asks pointedly.

"Miss, Hamilton...uh...yes you and your friends may go. You still have to go on trial, but this evidence...yes...I will... " Detective Smith mutters to himself as Skye walks, triumphantly, out the doors of the interrogation room.