The Gang Leader's Son

Chapter 13: Time.

3 strikes - Terror Jr.

Katie.

Where the hell is everyone? "Hello!" For god's sake.

I was dragged into the police station, leaving Eliza behind and once I got here he buggered off into another room. I now stood in the empty waiting area and no one would tell me what that hell happened.

Thank god, the same tall man walked in with a buzz and I stared daggers at him. "Sorry for the hold up. I had to deal with an inmate." He smiled. "Follow me."

He walked me though the buzzing door and into a dark room. A table with two chairs sat in the middle and a big mirror was on the wall. Snapping back to reality, I realised that wasn't a mirror and I was in an interrogation room. "Take a seat." He pointed his hand to one chair and I took a seat as he got the other chair. "Can I ask you a couple questions?" He rested on his elbows.

I nodded slowly.

 "How long have you been staying with Kerry and Eliza?" He asked.

"Since I got home - about a month." I shrugged.

"Why didn't you go home to your parents?" He leaned back in the chair and crossed his eyebrows.

"I wasn't ready to see my Mum after what happened to me." I lied again.

"Do you think you could see her now?"

"I don't know, maybe." I looked down at my crossed hands in my lap.

"The people that took you, where did they take you?" He asked.

So this was about my kidnapping, what a great way of approaching it.

"I don't know." This was true - I didn't know where I was.

"But you managed to make your way back to Kerry's?" His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked puzzled when I raised my head.

"I just wandered around the streets until I recognised where I was."

"If you saw the building again, would you recognise it?"

I thought back to the night of Chuck's Halloween party. I don't remember how I got to the house or how I got back but I knew it was the house. Jordan being outside just corrected my theory. "Maybe. I'm not sure." I shrugged.

"Could you possibly name name anyone who was involved with your kidnap?" He asked.

"Not from the top of my head. I didn't really talk to them." I lied again.

"How about if you saw their faces?" He leaned forward on his elbows again.

"Possibly."

"Great!" he smiled. "That would help us a lot, you see, we possibly have a hold of one of the men that took you. We need you to justify against him in the court tomorrow if you can." He explained and I wondered if it was one of the guys. I couldn't be - they're too good to get caught.

"Can you be here by 4pm tomorrow?" I nodded and stood up to leave.

***

Jordan.

I stood with the dumbass plaque in my hand in front of a white back ground with lines and heights on it. I always knew this was a possibility but never thought it would happen so soon. I had just recently turned 18 so I had to go to actual Jail instead of Juvenile detention. 

"This is the most pointless thing ever." I moaned.

"Stop talking." The police said from behind the glass.