The Edge of Honour

Chapter 44

Gorran's POV:

The harsh fluorescent lights casts a sickening shadow across the room. My eyes struggled to adjust to the unexpected focused brightness which they emitted. The room was sparsely furnished, there was a large light table which had been bolted into the ground. I guessed they were afraid that in a sudden fit of madness, someone would through the table and potentially injure themselves or one of the officers. To be honest, at the time it did not seem like the worst idea that I had had. Three chairs lined the table- the one which I sat on and two opposite me. An old fashioned video recorder sat on the table, waiting to document what I was about to reveal.

Across from me were two police officers- one male and one female. The female had thick brown hair which reaches just below her shoulder. Her face was peppered with light freckles and her eyes were a light shade of blue. The man had high cheekbones and a large nose which protruded out from his face. Each time I looked at him, it caught my attention, it was almost impossible not to look at it.

His finger reached down as he pressed the red circle on the cassette. I could see the tape beginning to move as it recorded the sound of my breath. For several seconds, that was all that would be heard on the tape.

"Ray James Allen, do you understand why you have been arrested for the attempted robbery of a priceless artwork at The Louvre Museum which took place yesterday." He spoke clearly and slowly, assuring that each of his words were heard and understood correctly by me. 

"I do," I began. However, before I could continue he choose to. My attempted declaration of my innocence was stopped before I even began. It was clear that both police officers believed that I was guilty. While that was true, they did not know the majority of the story, only a select few did. However, right now none of those people were here to back me up. I was alone and it was obvious that the evidence was stacked up high against me.

"Please can you tell us what exactly happened and why you choose to become involved in such illicit activity," he continued. His voice remained monotone, never emphasizing anything. He was going through the motions, but it was a simple part of his everyday life.

He was used to dealing with criminals, people who deserved to be locked away for years, people who should never have been released into the public. I wasn't one of those. I was guilty, but yet I was innocent. Much to my dismay, unfortunately I could barely get the scenario straight in my head, not to mind explaining it to two people who would never believe me. 

I decided that my best option was to be completely honest with them. I wasn't going to reveal everything to them, but I was going to try my hardest to clear my name.

"Well firstly my name is not Ray, it is Gorran. The person you know as Jamie Frier is actually called Morgan..." I stopped to take a deep breath. There was still no answers as to what happened Morgan. I could try to ask for details, but I could tell that neither officer was going to tell me. Instead I choose to continue.

It was clear already that the police thought I was lying. I wondered if there was even a point in denying it anymore. If I didn't though, I was certainly going to be in jail for many long years with no hope of release. This was my only real chance to explain myself and how the event truly happened. 

"So Ray and Jamie are only your code names. Is that what you are saying? Were the identities created for you when you joined the criminal organisation?" The female officer voice was lighter than the mans. I felt easier replying to her, something about her reminded me of my own mother. If only my family were there,  I would have done anything to receive a protective embrace from my parents at that moment. I missed them, I missed Morgan, April and Jet. I had never been so alone in my life.