𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘦

Chapter Five: Yellow Crime Tape

 "Chantelle? Chantelle Willow, can you hear me?" One officer says in a grizzly voice. I start to wake up, groaning. I was laying on the bench that I remember sitting on with Officer Henry, talking about my sister's death.

"W-what's goin on?" I groan.

"You fainted. When I was informing you on your sisters murder, you started to look out to the field and you fell on you side. You might have a concussion from hitting your head on the bench railing." Officer Henry pipes up from behind the grizzly looking officer. "Can you sit up, but don't stand up." She says again.

I start to sit up, and she gives me a bottle of water. When I sat up, I saw journalists starting to take pictures of the yellow crime tape, from about twenty feet away. There was the grizzly looking officer, Officer Henry, and Officer Kelly circling around me while I opened the bottle of water and took a sip. I haven't had water for hours, so I gratefully started to chug the bottle of water, until there were only a couple drops left at the bottom.

"So we need to take you back to the station for official questioning. Since you were the only one here at the scene of the crime when it happened, you are our number one suspect." Officer Kelly said to me, while reading some notes on his notepad.

I stood up so fast that my head started to spin.

"You can't do that! I did nothing to her! She was my little sister and I would do nothing to hurt her!" I shout at Officer Kelly.

"While you may never want to hurt her, that doesn't mean you might have accidentally pushed her into the creek, and dragged her back up here. Some of her remains were found farther down the creek, letting us believe she may have been dragged back up the hill," Officer Kelly replies, in a calm manner.

"Don't you hear me! I would never hurt her, you would be calling me a psychopath if you think I would hurt an eight year old!" I continue to shout. By now, the nearby journalists have turned their cameras in my direction, and I can hear the camera shots surrounding me.

"Chantelle, we have asked your parents to meet you there, and you may talk with them before coming into the interrogation room. Although, if you were not a minor, we would not have your parents meet you there," He says, in a bit more of a firm manner. The grizzly officer, whose name I found out was Detective Scherbatsky, took my arm gently and led me over to the entrance of the park, and down the pathway where the police car was parked.

The detective opened the door for me, and directed me in.

"Watch your head," he said, like all the cops do in every crime movie.

I tuck my head through the police car door, and Detective Scherbatsky gets into the driver's seat. He drives away immediately, without waiting for any other detectives or officers. This gave me a weird feeling though.

Whenever I watched movies with my family, the cop would always wait for their partner to get in the car with them. Then, the driver would put the car in reverse, and slam on the gas, while making some sick ass donuts, and chase down the bad guy. This time, the detective was putting the car in reverse, pressing on the gas slightly, and backed out of the street curb. There was no bad guy to chase.

Because the bad guy was already in the car.