"Um, as in Christopher Miller? As in the guy who's in my band?" Josh asked, trying not to believe what he'd just heard.
"Yes, sadly." PC Hemingway replied to Josh.
"What? How? I don't believe you. I can't believe you."
"We have CCTV footage of him leaving the hotel only minutes before you got shot, Mr. Franceschi."
"Wh-wha-what? No. He can't. H-he wouldn't. Why? Why would he?"
"I have no idea. Maybe you should ask him. Would you like us to take him into custody for questioning and we will call you down when we're ready for you?"
"Y-y-yeah, that would be best. W-wow. I'm... Shocked."
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After the police left, I went to make Josh a cup of tea until I realised he sat there. Still. Staring at the wall.
"Josh." I said as I entered the room, watching a very still Josh, still staring at the wall.
"Yep?" Josh asked.
"You alright?"
"Uhm, y-yeah, I'm fine."
"Josh, you don't seem fine.."
"How could he do it? He was one of my best friends, Jack."
"Look Josh, I doubt he'd do it. He wouldn't."
"Then why did he hardly say anything when we were at the hotel? Why? Why would he do this? I don't want to believe this but the Police have footage of him coming out of the Hotel only moments before I got shot."
"M-m-maybe it was a coincidence?"
"I'm hoping it was. I really, really hope so."
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BRINGGGGGG! BRINGGGGGGGG!
"H-h-hello? Josh said as he answered the phone, nervously.
"Hello? This is PC Chris Hemingway. We have Mr. Miller in the Police Station now if you would like to make your way down here." PC Hemingway said down the phone.
"Yeah, I'll be there shortly. Thank you very much."
Josh hung up the phone and then looked at me.
"Where's my car keys?" Josh said.
"Uhmmm, I think they're in your pocket in your bedroom." I replied.
"Time to go, they've got Chris. You coming, Jack?"
Me and Josh got in the car, just the two of us. Leaving Max and Hayley in the house on their own, engrossed into watching a documentary about Guns N' Roses. Josh and I drove to the Police Station, not knowing what was ahead of us, at all.
Josh looked petrified. I don't think he would ever even think about going on a journey to the Police Station to see one of his best friends cause the Police suspected him of his attempted murder.
After we pulled up at the Police Station, Josh's face went completely white. He looked as if he was about to throw up or something. He looked so ill.
We entered the building and seen Police Officers walking about, some with paperwork, some with criminals under arrest.
Josh took a deep sigh and headed over to the desk.
"I-I-I'm hear to see Chris Miller, e-e-eh, PC Hemingway told me to come down." Josh said.
"Oh, you must be Mr. Franceschi, yes?" The woman at the desk said.
"Y-y-yes, yes I am."
"Okay, you go through them doors and turn left, you'll see the door that says 'Interview Room 17'."
