Depths

32. Law

Hey guys, full smut scene in this chapter. I had way too much fun.

I don't know what happened. One minute, it was going to be short but then the next, I just... kept going.

Oh well, read at your own risk, not a chapter to read around people you know, or at work.

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Jack Fenton's lawyer sorted out papers to the left of him as the father twiddled his thumbs and waited for the FBI agents to meet him. He was in a gray room with no decorations, sitting at a plastic table in a metal chair. He had been told that he would be required to come in for questioning the day before, and as soon as he knew about it he had called his lawyer.

Ms. Harry Peter wore a gray suit with a red tie, but her appearance wasn't as sharp as Mr. Fenton's slightly miffed attitude, and Jack knew that as soon as the FBI agents walked in his slight anger would from yellow to black really fast. He couldn't tell if the bubbling anxiety in his tummy was from nerves or rage, but he knew that he would find out soon, whether he was ready or not.

"Remember," Ms. Peter said, "I'll do the talking. You may not have an alibi but with the nature of Mr. Masters's death, I doubt you'll be prosecuted for murder. He died via animal attack, and there was no evidence that you were ever there. All they're doing is investigating motive since the body was obviously moved by someone, which is considered foul play, but that doesn't mean that it wasn't accidental. They have nothing on you or your son but speculation."

Jack nodded, but for some reason, none of this comforted him. He didn't know what would comfort him at this point. Perhaps if they found the animal and some way that explains why the body was moved and where it was moved from, then maybe Jack could sleep soundly at night. Until then though, Mr. Fenton's nerves would be in the boiling.

When the door to the interrogation room opened up, Jack sat straight, looking agent Dunck in the eye and hoping that the man could smell his sour attitude in the air.

Dunck was followed in by Imagay, and the older man cleared his throat, "Morning Mr. Fenton, this should not take long. Once I am done questioning you, I will have Daniel Fenton in for questioning."

Jack nodded, pretending that this encounter wasn't at all frustrating or inconvenient.

"Okay, first let's talk about where you were on the day that Mr. Masters disappeared." Dunck sat down in the rolling chair across from Jack and his lawyer and crossed his fingers. He appeared to be tired as if he was getting bored with his job and was waiting for his lunch break.

Maybe they were just trying to get a rise from Mr. Fenton.

"My client was at home," Harry said, "waiting for his son to come home from his day with his friends."

Dunck nodded, "Did you have any idea that Mr. Masters had the hots for your son?"

The sound of the question and what it implied left a bitter feeling in Jack's brain. As if the ghost of what Jack would have felt if he had known before Vlad died was trying to rear his ugly head. Vlad was lucky that he was already dead; because Jack would have massacred him 10 feet into the ground before he could even look at Danny again.

"Mr. Fenton was unaware, and he feels terrible about not seeing it sooner, but he insists that Daniel's behavior is not of one who has been sexually assaulted." Ms. Peter spoke clearly and confidently, ready with an answer before the FBI agent was even finished asking the question.

"Oh yeah? Wasn't young Daniel rushed to the hospital after a suicide attempt? Doesn't seem to be the behavior of someone who hasn't been mistreated." Dunck nudged the fire of insecure and poorly checked rage rushing around in Mr. Fenton's throat, and the man narrowed his eyes. How dare he bring up his son's once in a lifetime moment of pure insanity? One suicide attempt didn't mean that Danny had been sexually assaulted in any way.