Amnesia [Completed/Editing]

Chapter Seventeen // Siara Lynn Dupont

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN // SIARA LYNN DUPONT
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It didn’t make any sense. How did Bona have a son? This… This must be one of those cases where the criminal has the same last name as another person. I mean, Faulkner was a common last name… I swallowed my fear and cracked my knuckles, hoping the pain that followed shortly after my actions would somehow snap me out of my reverie. I was ridiculous for assuming that Bona had a son. Yes, he did hide a girlfriend who he intended to marry for ten years, but he wouldn’t go as far as to not tell me that he had a son… Would he? If he was capable of hiding someone for ten years then I had no doubt that he had a son. 

But I couldn’t just go running to Bona (while he was probably grieving terribly for his loss and rejection of Reese) and blatantly assume that he had a son. It was better off if I checked first officially that he had a son, and if this Bane was indeed his son… then I don’t know what I would do. Was Bona involved in the murders? Did he… Did he make up Reese last minute to fool me into believing that he was innocent?

I harshly bit my lip and shoved the thoughts from my mind. I couldn’t be so quick to assume things, things such as serious as accusing Bona, the chief of a police station–someone who I trusted with my life–partaking in the crimes. With shaky fingers I minimized the page I was on and pulled up Bona’s online record. It was only a few years ago that Decint County updated all the records of everybody in the city onto an online database, so I was pretty sure that his record wouldn’t say anything from about twenty years ago.

I was right. His record was clean. 

The only other place I could look was in the basement, where some of the older files were stored. Security guarded the place because some of the lower ranked police officers weren’t allowed inside without approval from the Chief. I was allowed because of my high ranking, and I found myself taking pride in being a detective for a small moment, even though I didn’t feel like it ever since I was assigned to this case. 

The shaking of my fingers managed to dull but I had to hide them by shoving them in the front pockets of my pants while I exited my office. I ignored the heavy stares of everybody else and stiffened when I passed the Bona’s office, almost tripping on my rushed walk towards the basement. I nodded towards the security guards, who were in a deep conversation when they let me pass by. 

The basement was huge. It held the files of every single registered citizen in New York City ranked by their last name. The one’s in here were from A-L since there were so many and not enough space. M-Z files were in one of the other smaller stations in the city. 

Biting my lip in anticipation, I trekked through the basement searching for the storage bin that held names with the last letter being F. I eventually found it and held my breath in anticipation as I fervently went through each of the files, desperately searching for Faulkner. My fingers trembled as I finally reached the file. I harshly ripped it open and gasped in disbelief as my eyes met the facts in front of me. 

Bane Faulkner was the son of Bona Faulkner.

I couldn’t breathe. I was stunned… I was in shock. Bona had a son who was responsible for all of the murders that occurred these past two weeks. This–This made me question everything. Was he in contact with his son? If he was, did he know what his son was up to? Did he help him remove all of the evidence? In a way, the facts were all laid out on the table, but I sincerely could not fathom the fact that Bona was even remotely responsible for the murder of my brother.