Crashed Into a Gangster

56

Victoria

Present

With my legs crossed underneath the cold metal table, my brown eyes concentrate on the detective seated across me. The small room would make me anxious - if this wasn't what I had already expected.

In front of me, the only man in the room clears his throat, his forest green irises send darts. I flick my gaze to the to-go mug resting by his folded hands when I can; because once he starts speaking, I have to keep my steady eyes focused on his own - that's how it goes.

When he shifts in his seat, I peel my gaze onto his observing irises. He stares at me while his thin lips part.

"Ms. Stone, where were you on the night of the 11th of January?" The detective begins. I raise my brows, before softly releasing a tiresome breath.

"The 11th...I was with my sister and my niece. I scheduled a day for us to go to the park that day, since the weather was perfect." I respond firmly, my lips innocently quirking up to form a smile as I vesture to be in thought. "It was perfect until my boss called me in to cover someone else's shift that night."

"On that day what was Jack doing?" The detective questions, his thick brows furrowed, bringing out the creases on his pale forehead.

"I don't know. Jack and I didn't spend the beginning of that month together, because at the time we separated." I answer.

In turn the observant detective nods. "And why did your boss call you on that night?" He questions, once more.

"On the 11th? Oh, for me to cover someone's shift. Jennifer's, to be precise."

Hurriedly, he sounds a 'mhm' before moving onto his next question. "And who is Rio?"

Instantly, my dishonest lips part a moment. My brows furrow. "I...I'm sorry, who?" I slightly tense when the detective straightens in his seat, before leaning over the tabletop with his folded hands. In my peripheral vision I see the steaming to-go mug, but I force my steady and focused gaze on his.

"Rio." He repeats, and I watch him glance down to rummage through thin files between our curious frames. "We don't have a last name, yet. But you see, according to these images, footage and whatnot..." He lifts up a clear picture of the gangster outside of my house.

"We see him walking toward your home. You must know him. This is your house, isn't it?" He questions, his serious tone hinting with suspicion.

I fixate my gaze onto his again. "Yes, it is. What, do you have people lurking around and snapping shots of my house or something?!" I pipe in utter confusion - my heart mildly racing in my chest - yet my tone remains calm.

In return the detective shakes his head. "No, Ms. Stone. But perhaps you can understand that since we found your ex fiancé murdered, getting some secretive information before sitting down and talking with you is a great way to start, for us." He plasters a small, fake smile across his thin lips.

"Right. I can understand." I state, tucking back a strand of my brown hair behind an ear. My eyes never peel from his.

A low sigh escapes my lips, as I fold my hands across the hard surface of the table. "Rio's my boyfriend." I add firmly. "You see, when Jack cheated on me, I kind of felt the need for some sort of...revenge? Maybe you won't understand." For a brief moment I glance down to his ring finger, glancing at the golden band vestured on it. I meet his gaze again.

"I was upset. In fact, I still am. I caught Jack and saw him banging another female with my own eyes. That day, I remember coming home just like any other; excited to see him. Then when I do..." I trail off, thinking about the very day I speak of - remembering Jack's body between the unknown blonde woman's legs.