Remember Me (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

"Do you own a black Mercedes Benz by any chance?" Detective Berge was sitting across for a very nervous and confused Liam Booker.

"Yes," Liam replied, his eyes were darting from one detective to the other, "what's this all about?"

"We identified the make and colour of the second vehicle involved in the accident that landed your girlfriend in hospital," Berge continued.

"Three guesses what type of car we are looking for?" Berge was taunting Liam, trying to get him to crack.

"Bl-black Mercedes Benz?" Liam suggested.

Without warning, Berge slammed his fist down on the table in triumph. Liam almost jumped out of his chair.

"Bingo!" The detective yelled.

"I-I didn't hurt Karma. I wouldn't," Liam managed speak, even after his fright.

"We sent a couple of uniforms by your apartment to check out your car to make sure it doesn't have any scratches or dints. You know, the type you'd get if you were in an accident," Berge was definitely enjoying himself. As Langley stood in the corner of the room silently observing, he had to admit, Berge had a talent for interrogation.

"Don't you need a warrant for that or something?" Liam was flustered, he'd never been in a situation like this before.

"To look at a car? I don't think so. Detective?" Berge turned to address his partner, "do you know if we need a warrant to simply look at a car?"

"I don't believe so," Langley said.

"We'll worry about the warrants when there's some evidence," Berge looked at Liam with an intensity, "will we need to get a warrant, Mr Booker?"

"I didn't do what you think I did. I have nothing to hide," Liam said with confidence. He folded his arms across his chest and sat back in the chair.

"Where were you the night Karma Ashcroft was run off the road?" Langley chimed in.

"I was-" Liam started, trying to recall the night, "I went to Amy's to check if Karma was there."

"Why would your girlfriend be at Miss Raudenfeld's place?" Berge asked.

"We had a fight and she always goes there, they're like inseparable," Liam said with slight frustration. He tried to hide it, but both detectives could tell he was annoyed about the amount of time the girls spent together.

"What time was this?" Langley asked.

"I don't know, about 3:30 in the morning," Liam answered.

"We know Karma was involved in the accident well after 4. That gives you plenty of time to track her down and run her off the road," Berge explained.

"I didn't even know where she was!" Liam almost shouted.

"Ok, so what did you do after you left Miss Raudenfeld's?" Berge said.

"I tried to call Karma, serval times, but when she didn't answer I went home," Liam said.

"Just like that?" Berge questioned, "you weren't at all worried about your girlfriends safety?"

"Hey! This wasn't the first time she's run off, ok," Liam explained, "last time she disappeared to Hawaii for a week, but she always came back to me."

"This is a lovely story you're telling, Mr Booker," detective Berge said.

"I'm done talking to you people, I want to call my lawyer," Liam said sternly.

The detectives knew they weren't going to get much more out of him so they left the room but not before Detective Berge threw his last two cents in.

"That's probably a wise decision," and with that, Liam was left alone in the square box of a room with only his reflection in the one way glass to keep him company.

"Do you think he's telling the truth?" Langley asked once they were clear of the suspect.

"I don't know," Berge replied, "he's hard to get a read on."

Berge's phone rang and he smashed the answer button.

"Berge," he said, pausing to listen to the person on the other end of the phone, "ok."

With that he hung up and walked to his desk, Langley followed.

"Uniforms found the car," Berge said, "there were no signs of damage."

Berge threw the file he'd been carrying on his desk in frustration, sending a few papers flying.

"Back to square one," Langley said, sitting down at his desk and flipping open the case file.

"I still don't trust him," Berge said, referring to Liam, "let's hold him for as long as possible, and get me a background check."

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"Where's Liam?" Karma asked later that evening, "I thought he'd be back by now."

"I'm not sure," Amy replied.

"Do you think he's still with the police?" Karma continued.

"Maybe," Amy shrugged.

If she was being honest she didn't really care, but it was always about Liam Booker with Karma. Pre and post coma Karma both seemed to have an obsession with the guy that Amy would never understand.

"You'd think he'd be done by now if they were just asking him routine questions," Karma seemed resilient, "what if he did something wrong?"

"The police identified the type and colour of the car that ran you off the road," Amy blurted out, "black Mercedes Benz."

Karma stared at her, confused.

"Liam drives a black Mercedes Benz," Amy continued in a small voice.

Karma's expression changed quickly, she seemed shocked.

"Why didn't you tell me this?" Karma asked.

"I-I didn't want to scare you," Amy said in a small voice.

"Did he do this?" Karma asked, fear and disbelief present on her voice.

"I don't know, I don't even think the police know," Amy said.

"But he could have," Karma said. Amy just nodded.

A silence descended on the room as Karma took in all the information.

"He was here, I was talking to him and as it turns out, he wants me dead," Karma almost whimpered.

"We don't know that," Amy reassured her, "he's not the only who owns that car, plus someone could have used it to frame him. He leaves the spare key in the wheel arch for crying out loud."

Karma calmed down and turned back to Amy who was already watching her.

"Can you stay here tonight?" Karma asked softly.

"Of course," Amy said walking over to sit on the end of the bed.

"I won't let anyone hurt you ever again, Karma. I promise," Amy said it with such certainty and that gave Karma a little more reassurance. She nodded and took Amy's hand.

"I'm glad I met you, Amy Raudenfeld."