The New Guy

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CHAPTER 3

THE NEW GUY

The sound of my own screaming that had been stuck in my ears for the past I don't even know how many hours were replaced by the echo of one word, Father. It just kept going over and over in my head. I looked over at the detectives, I knew they were both talking, I could see their mouths moving, but I couldn't hear their words.

I held up a finger telling them to give me a minute. I sat there for a second looking at my fun mirror reflection in the metal table. I sat there looking at my image until the sound of the two detectives breathing broke the echo. I looked up to see their faces looking back at me. They couldn't have been any more opposite looks. Detective Gibson showed concern while Detective Maddi looked bored. I dropped my hand holding the finger up.

"My Father?" I asked as my voice shook.

"Yes Crimson, he is your dad." Detective Gibson responding placing a hand on mine, something he obviously learned from taking "how to deal with someone who is grieving" course online. I pulled my hand away now past the point of shock.

"You mean to tell me that this whole town knew? Even this jerk got to find out who my father was before me?" I said angrily gesturing to Detective Maddi.

"The whole town didn't know only the people who were here at the time your father was taken into custody. I can't speak for people who moved here some others could have told them." Detective Gibson responded to my outburst.

"Are you kidding me? Of course, the whole town knows, I am a pariah to these people. Now that I know this, I feel like Jim Carey in that movie The Truman Show." I paused taking a quick breath to continue my rant. "I feel like some kind of social experiment," I said slumping back down into my chair. I covered my face with my hands trying to hold back tears. There were so many emotions running through my head. I felt anger for the town and the people in it for letting me go on with my life not knowing who I came from. I felt happiness for finally knowing who my father was. I felt sadness for the fact that my father was a killer. I was so consumed by emotions that I almost forgot I was here being questioned for murder. When that came back to me I finally realized why I was here being questioned. I took my face out of my hands and looked at both the detectives.

"You guys think I killed that girl because my father was Bradley Moss." I stared at them waiting for an answer, already knowing what it would be.

Without hesitation Detective, Maddi confirmed my suspicions. "Yes, at least I do." He paused as he moved away from the wall that he had backed up to during my rant. "I think you found out who your father was and all those dark feelings that you tried to push down all your life finally made sense. You finally found out why you wanted to kill the head cheerleader or the prom queen and you decided to finally act on it. And you maybe wanted to make your father proud by copying his work." Detective Maddi ended.

I started to applaud teasingly. I added a laugh for good measure. "That's a good story there, detective, but that is all it is? First of all, who wouldn't want to kill the head cheerleader? I mean their voices are worthy of murder alone. Secondly, that story of yours could have worked out if I actually did know who my father was, but unfortunately for you, I didn't even know Bradley Moss existed until 5 minutes ago." I looked at both of them. I knew they didn't have any real evidence to hold me. That story that Detective Maddi blurted out was all circumstantial. Detective Gibson looked more concerned than suspicious of me, which confirmed to me that I was here on Detective Maddi's request. I stood up and placed my hand on the table. I leaned on my arms and spoke: "I think I will be going now." I went to the door and opened it. I saw people standing by the two-way mirror, on the side you can see through, they were all staring back at me. Nobody stopped me though, they all looked but didn't try to confront me about leaving. They only one who tried to do something was Detective Maddi and all he did was yell, "Don't go leaving town!"

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