PIMP (Completed)

thirty: three shots

ROHAN MILLS

"And makes you feel like she's the one to look out for?" my brother asked, almost hours after we wrapped up this conversation. I glanced away from my phone noticing that he was genuinely interested. "Sorry, it's just blowing mine. To think that you'd consider soft ass Priya as a threat."

"And that is was makes it scary."

"Once again, why do you say that."

"I saw the look in her eyes... the last time we spoke."

"What look?"

"I don't know how to describe it." I shook my head. The television flashed breaking news and as if on cue, Priya's face appeared on the screen. A mug shot displayed over the description of her actions. Priya's eyes were cold, hard and emotionless. "That look." I said slowly, using the remote to turn up the volume.

PRIYA PATTERSON

I looked up at the interrogation officer, with zero enthusiasm. Of course, I didn't want to be here, but I figured it wouldn't be as draining as this process right here. I was in this room for what felt like eternity just waiting for someone to come and question me.

"Cree Patterson." The officer announced, while placing a file down onto the table. "Let's make this quick."

"Go for it." I scratched my nose, uncomfortably being as both hands were cuffed together.

"News just broke that our victim's brother was shot and killed by his wife, Tahira Palmer."

"Is that right?" I asked.

"Yes, it is...three shots. But I'm sure you already knew that."

"Not at all."

"And that doesn't shake you, not one bit?"

"Nope, because if you check my records you would see that I was attacked recently... by Pharrell Palmer."

"I saw that."

"Yes, well I'm sure if he was able to hurt me... that he probably was doing the same to her."

"So, you're going to run with the story of this being self-defence."

"Correct."

"So, it's just a coincidence that the both brothers end up dead hours apart."

"I guess so."

"Cree. You not only killed your husband, but you lived a life under a whole alias that was created from your niece who was gunned down a few years back."

"Actually." I shook my head, "My niece was given my middle name. Cree Priya Patterson. My husband preferred Priya."

"Palmer."

"That's not my name," I shook my head and said, growing upset at the sound.

"Okay well, I'm going to ask you one last time. What happened?"

"Simple story. My husband was trying to kill me, just like how he killed my mother. I was defending myself."

"So, you shot him three times?"

"He kept getting up and trying to attack me."

"There's a thin line between self defence and premeditated murder."

"Yes, well what happened to me was self defense." I cracked my neck.

"You do know that your family has a long history, right?"

"And my record is completely clean."

"Ms. Patterson let's just cut the crap. It's clear here that you intentionally killed your husband. There is no remorse written across your face."