The Bad Boy Has My Bra ✔

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The man looked just like he had done in his picture but why wouldn't he? That picture was of him because he was pulled over for driving over the speed limit which also was another lucky thing for Belle because if he didn't confess anything then he would still be here overnight. What if he truly didn't know anything and they were just wasting time and questioning an innocent man who just went over the speed limit? I sighed mentally knowing that Belle would have evidence to back everything up.

'I'll be right behind you okay?' I nodded behind and gave her another small smile before seeing Belle enter the room other side with a straight face, not one bit of the soft side of her showed and I wondered how easy that would have to be? In her hand was a thick folder probably containing details of the guy; I remember a thick folder like that except it had all information about my dad's murder in there.

'So Mr Hughes, you often speed a lot?' She asked him while sitting in her seat. Mr Hughes only let out a deep chuckle before looking away from Belle and leaning back on his chair, crossing his arms across his chest attempting to look more intimidating but it failed deeply as he had no bulging arms nor did he look intimidating in that posture.

'Is that why I'm in here? Only because I sped?' He let out a scoff and a smirk was now on his face. 'I knew the police were pathetic but I never knew they were this pathetic.' He sneered, acting as if he was leading everything.

'Do you know this man?' Belle ignored the question and slid a picture towards Mr Hughes who suddenly went pale, then slowly started to look green. 'Whoops, that was the wrong picture.' Another picture was placed next to the first picture but Mr Hughes' face remained the same sickly expression. No one talked for a long time, I'm guessing it was for Belle and the other cop to observe his expression which didn't look so great then all of a sudden, Mr Hughes got out of his seat and ran to the bin then all was heard was the sound of puking.

Belle got out of her seat, tutting slightly before continuing to speak. 'He was murdered. He had a family Mr Hughes, a wife who is now in therapy and a daughter who is very beautiful and is still staying strong but she is weak not knowing who murdered her father. I'm guessing you know something about this murder Mr Hughes and don't think about lying to us.' Strangely, Belle's words didn't effect me what so ever because I was ever so concentrated on what Matthew was going to say.

'I don't know anything about the murder.' He spat out. Belle's back was towards us but we could hear her chuckling a little before holding up one of the pictures again which sent Matthew puking into the bin. 'Have a good look Mr Hughes because a reason why you could be being this sick is because you remember everything about the night of the murder and all the plans that were set up during this.'

'I know nothing!' He shouted, breathing heavily. His veins were popping out from his forehead and neck making him look even more weak, but the anger was starting to show. 'Really? Have another look at the picture.' Belle now held it to his face. Matthew took the picture from her hands and ripped it apart, growling with anger through his red face as he stepped away from the bin and towards Belle who stood a couple inches taller than Matthew.

'Believe me when I say this, I had nothing to do with the murder itself but I had to find out everything about him including his family. I was the one that got all of the information and sent it to someone who I didn't know and all I got in return was the money that I deserved.'

'Who was the person that you sent this information to?' Camilla asked.

'I don't know.'

'What do you mean you don't know?'

'All he asked me to do was go to the park then place the folder of the information in a specific bush where he would later come collect it. He had always told me to go before he came so I didn't know who he was. He would send me the money by mail and that was that.' There was another long and prolonged silence, leaving me wanting to smash everything so that I would at least hear something.

'How do you know it was a he?'

'He called me and I could tell by the voice. He didn't hide his true voice because his voice gave me shivers every time he called me, it was always a cold tone and he sounded like someone you wouldn't want to mess with unless you're asking for a death wish. That's all I know.' He said, looking hopeful which gave away everything that he knew more than he was saying.

'There's something you're not telling me.' Belle said slowly. Matthew's eyes had widened knowing he had been caught, he breathed out and answered. 'I had to watch out for him everyday and watch his family, know their every move especially the girl. The guy had told me that he had an interest in the girl and nothing had better happen to her or I would get killed.'

Someone wanted me alive and not harmed and I didn't know anything about this? Another fear washed over me, but this had a deja vu feeling to it as this had happened to me before, when I had found out my father had been murdered each night I had thought that the murderer was coming for me but instead he wanted me safe, he wanted me. A hand had touched my shoulder making me jump slightly when I noticed it was Officer Rosa behind me, but her touch wasn't comforting.

'You're spending the night here Mr Hughes. Enjoy your stay.' Belle walked back to the table, collecting everything she had brought in and walked out without another word leaving Matthew there looking confused as hell but that was slowly changing to anger when he realised he let out that information and there was no reward for him.

After that, I had felt numb and while everyone talked and explained things to me I hadn't talked to them at all. Everything was just a blur to me now that I knew what actually was happening to me or what or who even, I don't know anymore. I just know that someone wanted me alive and with them, if I was dead then Matthew Hughes would be dead too and all sorts of horrible things would happen leaving an unsettling feeling in me including the numbness.

'I'm taking you home.' Hunter said, hugging me to his side bringing a warm sense of touch within me.