In It After All

Questioned

For some time now I've been sat here, all locked up and abandoned. They couldn't have forgotten about me, because every now and then a guard walks past the door, grunts in disgust at me, and walks away.

Just as I'm about to call for someone, the door suddenly creaks open. I glance up, my hair hanging across my face, greasy and limp. It's only now that I realise I really smell. Like, bad. I must have been sweating a lot. My clothes are sticking to me and I'm suddenly uncomfortable, and it's as if I'm suddenly realising my situation. The pin striped suit man is back, only this time he's here for me.

"Miss Morgan, I am Mr. Janson. It has come to my understanding that you were arrested earlier on today, and you have been in custody since. Correct?"

"Yup."

A stern look on his face comes across as he receives a watered down reply. Slamming his glasses on the table he grits his teeth at me.

"Look, you could be facing serious time as you are under the suspicion of being part of a theft crime involved with Mr Scofield."

I've been staring at the floor since he came in, but now I look up.

"Mmm, know him do you? Well, he's been questioned, and is now being charged for theft. He'll be in court by tomorrow, and so may you. You will now be questioned, if that's alright?" He continues.

If that's alright? What am I supposed to say, no? So I just continue to stay put and do my best to stay calm.

"Right." He places his papers down, sorts them out and turns to me.

"You do work at Green Day Money Management, yes?"

The nod returns.

"How long have you worked there?"

"3 years."

Mr Janson is scribbling down as fast as he can. My job career as serving snotty residents isn't that interesting.

"Have you ever had a bad relationship with any customer?"

"Never."

"So why is it, that many customers have reported you mysteriously exiting the vicinity unexpectedly, without warning?" He's frowning now.

I'm nervously fumbling my hands with each other now. Not suspicious AT ALL.

"I just, I just felt bad, that's all."

Not technically lying. Technically.

"Bad about what?"

"I was ill."

He must have at least a page of notes now.

"Right. Have you ever had a relationship with Michael Scofield?"

Even his name makes me shiver. I can't believe he's going to prison. And I'm never going to see him.

"Yes." I'm not even going to lie. It's not worth it.

"And how long ago was this, or is it still continuing?"

"3 years ago."

"Mmhhm.And when did the relationship end?"

"Not long after."

"Did you ever plan to rob Green Day Money Management?"

My stomach turns somersaults. I'm sweating more than ever now. My teeth chatter, but I'm not even cold, and I feel utterly sick.

A tear slides down my face.

"It wasn't me, it was him. All I was going to do was open the door, give him the money. I wasn't going to rob anything, I just knew he was coming. Please, I need to go home to my baby."

It all comes out in a rush now.

"Darcy is currently with SunnySide Play Care. And will be until your court case is over."

"C-Court Case?"

"Yes, we'll have you booked in, in the next few days, but until then, you'll be kept here, in a holding cell. Understood?"

I don't even reply this time.

"Good."

As he stands up to leave, he almost seems pleased that he has a new case. I already hate him.