Sympathy for the Devil

part nine

Bill and Star sat in the same interrogation room they first met for hours. Telling and retelling the accounts of Randi's Thanksgiving party. They were even separated for a moment to be questioned individually. Bill waited right out the door of the room, pacing with his arms crossed until the detective on the case let him back in; looking a little peeved when their story never budged. Having to incriminate colleagues was something no one was happy about doing. Especially, since Stan was the co-director of the Criminal Informant Unit, it was almost unheard of to bust someone if his stature. Though with the information the department had gotten they couldn't deny that Stan was up to no good and it was in their best interest to reprimand him for his actions.

Bill took a seat on the cold aluminum chair next to Star. She looked a little peeved herself as she smoked her cigarette.

"You alright?" He asked pulling a cig from his pack to join her.

"Yeah... assholes, you know?" She lightly shrugged. "How long are we gonna be here we didn't do anything?"

"I heard them dispatch some deputies while I was waiting. They're out looking for St — him." He took a long drag of his cigarette.

"Jesus Christ..." she rubbed her forehead. "What if they don't find him? You think... he's looking for us?"

Bill contemplated that too but not wanting to worry her further he lied. "They'll find him. He's got, family... can't see him leaving them behind?"

"Well, I didn't see him as a murderer either."

A loud, urgent knock on the door interrupted them. Jaime, the youngest secretary that worked at the station, peeked her head in. She was always very shy around Bill. So shy she avoided him at all costs if she could help it. And when she couldn't she never made eye contact with him, instead, she'd timidly stare at her feet.

Jaime nervously cleared her throat. "Detective Simons said you two are free to go," she said doing her best to lose the childlike tone her voice usually carried. "And also Ms.Patricia wants to see you, uh I mean, Mr. Skarsgård. She said it's an emergency."

"Emergency?" Star said softly, worried.

"Let's see what's up." He sighed as he stood up. "Thank you, Jaime." He said to her before she left.

Star held onto Bill's arm as he led the way to see Pat. When he turned the corner he bumped right into her almost knocking her over. He steadied her, apologizing.

"Sheesh. What took Jaime so long?" She said patting her ruffled curls down. "It's your apartment, Bill. A neighbor called about your cat roaming the hall when she noticed your door was wide open."

"S-someone broke in?" Bill's face fell.

"I-yes. There are some officers on their way over. Do you want to go to my place?" She leaned in to whisper. "I heard what's going on... it's not good hon'."

"Shit..." Bill rubbed his face. "I have Star with me too."

Pat glanced over at her and politely smiled. She definitely didn't have room for an extra body. Especially for someone with such an astounding record as hers. She lived a quiet life and she'd like to keep it that way. Jaime came hustling her short legs towards Pat just then.

"There are officers at the hotel... the one you two were staying. Lieutenant thought quickly to send officers over after the call about your place Mr. Skarsgård. They caught Stan just before he left..."

"Oh thank fuckin' god!" Star threw her hands up, relief washing over her.

"It wasn't pretty. Apparently, he packed his car up and his wife and daughters were just a cryin' mess in the back seat." Jamie frowned.