The Dead Speak No Lies

Chapter 4: I Get Called Bitchy By A Cop

I sat in the freezing room for what felt like hours.

Wait. That sounds like the start of a horror novel. Let me try again, dear reader.

I sat in the waiting room of the jail for what felt like hours.

Much better.

The cop then walked in, a look of annoyance still plastered to his face. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Miss Ewell. I'm done asking you to stop rolling your eyes at me." He demanded. I rolled my eyes again, and with the straightest face you've ever seen, told him.

"Then stop asking."

He lost it.

"Listen here, Missy. My job is to watch you until someone bails you out or your trail. So stop acting so bitchy!" I rolled my eyes, chewing my gum. His face went red, signaling that I had angered him more than last time.

"Whatever," I grumbled, throwing my hair back. "It's not like I'm the killer. You guys still have to find that one." His face went ten shades darker.

Honestly, waiting for a real cop to show up was getting better by the minute.

Finally, an actual cop walked in, dismissed the asshole that demanded I continued a conversation with him and asked me a series of questions.

"Why are you tampering with evidence?"

"To get answers."

"Answers to what?"

"Why these murders are happening. I can't be the only one who wants to know the truth."

The cop shook his head, sighing distastefully. "Well, that's all. You're free to go. Leave the cases to the real cops, kid." He shooed me away, stirring only more questions in my head.

What were they hiding? And why aren't they going deeper into the cases? I demanded to know, because Klub is my home and I don't let things like this happen without knowing the full story.