Empathy

Chapter Six: Mr. Stalker

Silence is a beautiful thing.

One thing in this world I can appreciate is silence.

But not this silence.

This awkward silence. . . .

Elliot called Ishmael and I in early this morning, we were already exhausted from last nights previous events that we didn't get much sleep. Victor had kept us at Redemption to discuss upcoming operations he wanted to preform with us. Now the only thing on my mind is sleep.

"What was so important that you had to do last night?" Elliot finally spoke up breaking the tension in the room.

Ishmael shifts in a metal seat, we are in the interrogation room on the opposite side of Elliot and Mishel. "I mean no disrespect, but does Ms. Calibur really need to be in here for this? It's not like we're wanted criminals."

"On the contrary." Mishel narrowed her eyes at Ishmael. "Witnesses described the two suspects who they believe started the riot to be cyborg and young."

Ishmael throws his head back and laughs. He clutches onto his stomach slowly winding down. "You know how many A.I. you just described in all of Seattle? I'll give you a hint roughly between five-thousand to one-hundred-thousand."

Mishel curls her hands into fists. "Don't be smart with me boy you're the one at fault here."

Ishmael raises an eyebrow before backing down. "Believe what you want, but my partner and I had nothing to do with it."

"Kiera?" Elliot calls forcing me to meet his gaze. "What were you doing last night?"

I look down at my cold metallic hands feeling my fingertips become numb, I intertwine my fingers to bring warmth back into them. "I got a lead." Lying is always easier to preform in front of anyone else but the person you love.

"A lead?" Elliot asks suddenly intrigued. "For what case?"

"Aunt Gemmas." As soon as the name passes my lips the room falls into an even deeper awkward silence.

Mishel opens her jaw as if to say something before snapping it shut. Elliot on the other hand shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "What'd you find out?"

I bite the inside of my cheek before confessing, "Whoever killed Aunt Gemma used a sword." Ishmael and I agreed to keep that a secret until we got more evidence that Scepter Seven had something to do with Aunt Gemmas death I guess it's a little too late.

"How'd you find that out?" Elliot asks settling his folded hands on top of his lap.

Ishmael decides to speak up for me. "We did are job as detectives Mr. Spade. That's how we found out that the culprit used swords."

Elliot pales from the realization, he underestimates us. A reckless feeling passes over me, anger, I freeze in place as the urge to hit, yell, or even throw myself on the floor and cry passes. Elliot clears his throat, "So who do you think did it?"

Ishmael and I glance at each other before lowering are heads. Mishel scoffs, "Don't tell me," she stands up causing more tension to arise in the room, "do you two honestly think that Scepter Seven did this?"

"We haven't blamed anyone." I say, again the urge to hit something comes into mind.

"But," Ishmael holds up his index finger before pointing it at Elliot, "you and your men are the only ones who carry swords around as protection. Everyone else in the department uses assault rifles."

Elliot pierces his lips tightly together before Mishel barges into the conversation again. "A citizen for all we know could've located a sword and used it to murder your Aunt Gemma. Why would Scepter Seven want to do the opposite of their job?"