MUD

Chapter 15~ Against the Tide

Sometimes, we lose control of the basic happenings in our day. Things don't go how you would want them. For instance, I don't want to be in this room behind a screen right now on this side of the table. I normally ask the questions. Questions don't get asked of me.

I don't even want to be here. I just know other people from the office are watching me from outside but of course I can't see them through the glass.

"Do you want to call your lawyer?" Detective Robin asks me. They wouldn't send Tye in.

"Robin I don't need a lawyer. You're telling me that two people fly from Russia and drop my name and automatically I'm involved?" I snap.

"Well clearly they know you. Where were you on the night of the murder of Alison Harrison and Siria Dargis?" He questions.

"At the club."

"Which.. club?"

I look in the piercing grey eyes and shake my head.

"Club Dynasty.."

"Interesting," he says.

"I have an alibi. I was there with Tye, and Jake. I left with Jake." He was wasting his time. He won't ever catch the real murderers, and I didn't do it.

"What time did you leave? And where did you go?"

"Am I a suspect?" I ask him.

"You are a person of interest. You might want to call your lawyer. Lose the unco-operative attitude because I have all day," Robin says; and with that, he leaves the room.

Two hours pass and I don't get why I'm still here.

Soon the door opens and Robin is back in front me.

"I'm not going to say we're coworkers and let you off the hook. I'm not going to say I know you and I know you're not a murderer. Anyone is capable of doing things and I don't put it past you. Now. How do the Dargis' know you?"

I give him a good long stare. There are beads of sweat on his face. He deserves a broken nose for speaking to me that way.

"I don't know," I answer blankly.

"How long have you known their daughter?"

"I don't know their daughter. I learned of her the same time as everyone else in the office. After she was killed."

"Archer! Stop playing games with me." He says it as if I'm supposed to be scared or something.

"Tye Nolan, your buddy.. He has informed me that you have in your possession, letters from the Dargis parents. Why?" Robin has a wicked smile on his face.
What?

"I don't know these people. I don't have any letters. You have no proof. You're speculating. There isn't a warrant for my arrest and I am not being charged for anything. So that means you can't keep me here. Good luck with your case asshole."
With that I grab my jacket and head out the room. Outside the door I catch all the spectators who were watching through the screen.

Victoria is there and she is very disturbed.
Fuck's sake.

"Oh hello people. I suggest you all get back to work. Show's over."

***

Twenty-five minutes later I'm at my home. Tye and I are going to have to talk. He probably doesn't know what to believe. I might have to tell him what's been going on because...
Well I can't tell him. I can't bring him into this.

The next thing I know they're going to do is send a search warrant and officers to my place. Those letters have got to go.
Not bothering with the stairs I take the elevator and get into my bedroom where things are just as I left them. I open the safe beside my closet and the letters are there among other important things.

Stashing the paper with the Dargis' address in my pocket, I take the opportunity to pull out my lighter. I can get their phone number from the address.
It's a cold evening, but I know that can't stop a fire. In silence, I burn the letters and envelopes one by one and do away with the ashes.

After a shower I lay on my spread. Almost immediately I fall into deep sleep.

I'm running on a bridge to get to the next end. My heart is pounding in my chest. Looking behind me every second to see how long before I fall. I'm not going to make it. The road behind me is breaking. The ground ripping away like cloth.
Thunder.
Thud.
Splash.
Thunder.
Thud. My heart is bursting from my chest.

In a split second I am slipping, falling. Falling into the tide. Into the deep red, raging river.
Merciless stones jutting out above the surface.

Then I am in my bed again. In my grey and white room. These nightmares...They make me tired.

This room needs painting.