Porcelain

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

"Tell us and tell us now! Why did you cut Rebekah Jennings's case short, huh?!"

The whole idea of not acting out our emotions weren't really working out for Trey as he now held Jack Condram up the wall by his throat. We all had our guns dragged since he at first tried to call the cops with an emergency button located under his desk. I guess we weren't the first one who had forcefully threatened him at work.

"I-I you don't- don't understand-" His air was cut short, preventing him from speaking and I stepped in and nudged Trey's shoulder.

"You won't find out what happened from a corpse." He paused for a while and released his hold on Mr. Condram who fell down on the floor, trying to catch his breath. A wheezing sound emitted from his mouth and he cradled his neck out of pain.

Looking up at us, he saw our threatening gazes and spoke up.

"We put Mrs. Jennings on watch but we would never stand a chance against the Thornton gang anyways." He paused and rested his head on the wall. "I pulled them back 'cause there was nothing I could do, my position was at stake."

"Your position was at stake?! You let a teenage girl open for full-on threats because of your own selfish reasons?!" Trey grabbed a hold of his collar and pushed the barrier of his gun on Condram's temple.

"Why were you at risk?" Trying to hold a calm presence I was determined to get out as much as possible from this guy. After my question, he nodded his head toward a picture on his door. 'Officer of the year' and under it stood the year Rebekah disappeared. "You did it for a promotion?"

"You're quick. I was one unsolved case behind Mr. Roger. One! I couldn't let a young orphan who didn't have any chance to breathe a day longer than her parents, get in the way of my success! I have a kid as well, there are college costs, a shopaholic wife, and my own damn pleasures to fulfill!"

A raised voice echoed in the room but no knock outside from Emeka showed that anyone had heard. Being a Vice president meant late working hours, which wasn't the same as for everyone.

"I know. Emelie, right? She's quite sweet, isn't she? Eleven years old if I'm not wrong." It took me a while to figure out that Trey probably was talking, now rather calmly about Condram's daughter.

"Would be a sin if anything happened to her." He laughed out loud at the pure choked expression of the man at a gunpoint. "I mean it must suck if someone just stopped protecting her because she apparently doesn't have a chance in life anyways!" He almost spitted out his words and the last he said he put his own face closer to the man's and whispered sickeningly to him.

"If someone, like me, just tortured her through all the begging and thrived of the cries and pain leaving her tiny body. Have you wondered where she is right now? Want me to show you?"

The threatening statements made me shrink back. Trey wouldn't hurt anyone innocent, right?

He then brought the computer that stood on the desk closer and put in a USB from his pocket.

Mere seconds after screams emitted from the computer and Jack looked like he was going to be sick. More cries, pleading, and begging sounded and when the father of the child I saw in the chair at the screen looked away Trey was quick to force his eyes open, watching intently.

"They won't stop. They won't stop 'cause she's gonna die anyway, right? I mean there is no point in stopping, you said it yourself." More pleas emerged from the room but not from the screen this time.

"Please, please my- my Emelie. My-please-I beg off you. Please, I just- Just do something!"

When the child on the screen turned her head in a vomiting action the father watching did the same and Trey stepped a couple of steps back to not get any on his shoes. Jack then started sobbing in his own puke and banged his head on the wall behind him.

"I'm sorry Emelie- my baby- please-I'm sorry." More whimpers erupted from him and Trey walked around the vomit and stepped closer to the trainwreck one last time.

"If you ever drop a case for your own winning again you won't be able to walk home after work and getting a hug from your daughter." He let those words sink in and the crying continued, even louder this time. "I want you to think about the relief you feel when you walk home to your kid tonight. A relief so strong that you'll be dropping down on your knees in pure happiness. Because of you some people never felt that feeling, just the pain you're experiencing right now."

Still, in shock, Condram looked confused beyond repair, and sniffles were heard from his direction from time to time. Trey took out the USB and tossed it to the man who sat still in the same place as before in confusion but still tears pouring down his swollen cheeks.

"Keep it, as a souvenir."

He then walked out of the office, knocking down his promotion picture hanging on the door in the movement.

Axton, who had watched everything without a move, completely trusting Trey in every action, and I followed right after and I kept thinking of the video that was extremely familiar. It was exactly like the one we had received a few days back but with a different person sitting in the chair.

Mr. Jack Condram had just been tricked with Photoshop.

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