Stella
"Sheriff Myles.." Mr. Myles speaks showing his badge, "Just here to ask you some questions"
"I'm not a suspect, am I?"
Irvin was standing at the door talking to the sheriff.
"It's just a few questions" Sheriff Myles said.
Irvin nodded before letting us into his home.
"Need something to drink?" Irvin kindly asked.
"Water is fine" Sheriff Myles answered. I on the other hand wasn't thirsty.
While Irvin is off getting the water Sheriff Myles turns to me, "For a man who just lost two people in his life, doesn't he seem fine"
"That's the same logic you used to arrest Hudson, not because they aren't weeping doesn't mean it's not affecting them-"
"Speaking of which, I would like to talk to Hudson, could you tell him to cone down to the station?"
"Why you want to arrest him again to appease the minds of the town?"
"No. I only want to talk Stella, I won't hurt your boyfriend"
"H-he's not my...we're just friends"
"Your hesitation says other wise"
I shoot him a look.
Sheriff Myles holds up his hands in surrender. Irvin thankfully returns with the water. It's weird he hasn't asked about my presence, that was until, "Hey. I know you Stella Burman? I used to go to school with your dad"
"Oh" Is all I reply.
"We're here, Mr. Young, because you were in contact with the two victims before they died..anything you need to tell me."
"Oh we were best friends, in high school, so I still keep in contact ith them, check in on each other yearly"
"So they didn't they show any weird signs before they died, acting a certain way?"
Irvin shook his head. "Not at all..infact they were both happy, their career were good, their family was great-"
"Are you involved in gang business?" I ask. This isn't getting anywhere. We need something to go on.
"No"
"No criminal charges?"
"None"
"Well Mr. Young we need something, you have got to give us something or an innocent boy will spend the rest of his life in prison, why would someone want to harm your friends?"
"I'm sorry, but I have no idea, everything was fine when I last talked to them"
As I was about to say something else Sheriff Myles stood up, "Thank You for your time, Mr. Young"
Sheriff Myles guides me out of the house, "What was that outburst?"
"Nothing is adding up, why doesn't anybody have any answers?! To anything, nobody saw anything, that teacher and officer were killed an nobody knows or saw anything?"
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