Too Embarrassed

10 Hour Shakedown: Hour 2-3

Roslyn somehow forgot that she had to go to the bathroom. She started to become more worried about how long she would be here. She had never spent a night in jail before and she was mostly worried about going to the bathroom in front of other people. As Roslyn devised a plan to hold in her poop for the next 24 hours, Detective Shakett and Detective James were becoming impatient with Roslyn's dazed out moments.

"Hello? Are you in there?" Detective James irritatingly asked.

Roslyn looked at him with acknowledgment, nodding apologetically.

Detective Shackett was reviewing the folder Detective James held previously "So, Roslyn, you were telling us about being poisoned." Shackett pushed

"I definitely was not telling you about being positioned. I specifically told you to fuck off when you mentioned it." Roslyn felt like she took power back on that one. It seemed to piss off Detective Shackett.

"Lucky for you we already got a warrant for your medical records so any moment we will be able to ..." Shackett was interrupted by a knock. "Oh, great! I bet that's them right there" Shackett said as she walked to the door. The door opened only enough to slip a folder through and as the folder emerged, Shackett reached for the folder and turned each page slowly.

"Yes, yes" Shackett badly acted like this was new reading material. "Well, this is fun. It is says right here you were emotionally inconsolable." Shackett seemed to want to stir the pot.

Roslyn looked down and at the table and seemed to disappear. She kept thinking about the arrest and how they picked her up by handcuffs with her arms behind her back and dragged her into the car. She knew they were reading her rights but she didn't hear why she was being arrested. She was so shocked when they jumped on top of her, she blacked out for a slight moment. She just remembered coming to the realization that she was being arrested and she was being read her miranda rights.

Roslyn asked the police officers in the car while still trying to catch her breath from having the wind knocked out of her, "Why am I being arrested?"

The officer in the passenger seat laughed and the driver looked up into the mirror and said "for the murder of Benedict Simmons." The driving officer seemed overly professional and robotic.

Roslyn sat in shock, but unworried, because she knew they didn't have any evidence of that. She could feel the adrenaline still coursing through her veins, it made her legs feel numb. There was that moment she tried to absorb the experience of riding in a police car. It was almost a joke, being arrested for murder, be toppled in front of her neighbors. Roslyn wondered how long they were outside before she knew they were there. She so freely curled her long brown hair and took her time getting dressed. All this while, she had been targeted by the police for a bust. They must have planned it the whole morning and that really gave Roslyn anxiety. She wondered if they saw her getting dressed, which was completely humiliating.

"Ma'am. Ma'am!" The officer from the passenger seat was trying to remove Roslyn from the car and Roslyn realized she spaced. She didn't remember how she got there and she had never been to this police station before. Wayne County jails were terrifying. She lived in Macomb County, so she wasn't sure why Wayne County wanted her. The office took her by the inside of the arm, with her arms still behind her. The skin on the inside of her arm was so tender and she let out a genuine ouch in pain as he picked her up from the backseat of the Crown Victoria police car.

The officer from the driver's seat joined them by leading Roslyn's remaining arm to the front door of the police station. As they brought her in, the front desk officer visually acknowledged them which let Roslyn know she was expected and they were ready for her. She was led down the hallway and she heard her Mom. How did she walk right passed her and not see her?

Detective James Slammed his wide hand on the table in the interrogation room and yelled "look, I ain't got all day for you!"

Roslyn realized she dazed again and for a short moment she thought maybe there was actually something wrong with her brain. Then she realized she was dazing about her brain and decided to intentionally listen. She stared intentionally at Detective James and said "I want to go home."

Detective James jumped up slamming the folder shut with frustration and said "I'm done!" and pulled the door open with so much force that it closed long after he left the room.

Roslyn easily became insecure. She always felt like she was at fault for everything. She knew now, in this interrogation room, that she only felt that way because her sister built her to feel that way about herself. So she wasn't going to let the detective that she just met let her feel that way about herself now. She instinctively knew this was a good cop, bad cop game, but her insecurities told her that it was her. Her insecurities told her that Detective James was frustrated with her. She spent so much time healing from feeling that everything was her fault. Roslyn took a deep breath and breathed out that insecure moment and that's when Shackett walked towards the chair that James abandoned.

Detective Shackett took Detective James's seat and looked at Roslyn with the slightest amount of empathy. "Roslyn, I lost a baby. I did. I didn't go through as much of a traumatic experience as you did but I can relate to the loss". Detective Shackett sat back in the chair and started flipping through the folder that Roslyn assumed was her medical files. "Roslyn, it says here that you were poisoned with rat poison. How the hell would that happen?"

"I really don't know. I have gone over that day before I was in the hospital over and over. There is no point even talking about it anyway because you have the facts twisted anyhow." Roslyn said.

"Oh yeah, well then set me straight." Shackett said as she leaned back in the chair crossing her right ankle over her left knee.

"I never wanted that baby. So you both came in here thinking you had some motive for me to hurt Ben and you don't. First of all, I don't know who poisoned me, and I never thought it was Ben. He has two kids he already doesn't take care of and a third is not much of a big change for him. Second of all, I didn't want that baby and it was a blessing in disguise". Roslyn crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair.

Shacket was genuinely surprised. As someone that also lost a baby, Shackett couldn't imagine a woman that didn't want a baby. Detective Shackett always wanted a baby but never met the right guy. She was someone with her own secrets. The rumor in the precinct was that she was having an affair with a married officer, and that she loved him. It was true. Francis Shackett felt stupid sleeping with a married man. What was she thinking?

"Well, I surely didn't see that coming." Shakett said, uncrossing her leg from her knee and sitting up to lean on the table. As shackett put her two forearms on the table she looked up at Roslyn and said "I know you did it, I guess I just still don't know why."

Just before Roslyn could respond Detective James abruptly walked in the door and said "bathroom break! Let's go!" as he motioned to the guard to uncuff her from the table. The officer put her handcuffs in front of her this time and Roslyn said "How I am going to take off my pants with handcuffs on?"