Two Worlds V

XIII

State Penitentiary, Tennessee...

I watched in the observatory room with a couple cops holding me back. They had cleaned me and Vince of everything. I was watching them hook him up to a lie detector and then sit him down. He looked back at us.

"Enjoying the view back there?" He asked, and I smirked slightly as he looked forward to the woman giving the test.

There was several guards in the room with him. He put his hands on the table and they put something on his palms.

"What's your full name?" The woman asked.

"Vincent Bryant," Vince said, "The third, if you wanna get technical."

She nodded to a guard, "Country of origin?"

"Germany,"

"City?"

"Nuremberg,"

"How many countries have you been to?"

"Are you just trying to get to know me, or?" Vince motioned with his hands and I chuckled softly.

"You think this is funny?" A cop said beside me. I just shook my head.

"We could do without the remarks, Mr. Bryant," The woman said.

"I've been to 23," Vincent answered.

"How many people have you killed?"

Vince went quiet, thinking, "I think 78," He looked at the table, "Maybe, I lost count after I got 20 million from a client."

I looked at him. I shook it off and breathed heavily. A woman leaned over and turned on the mic.

"Mr. Bryant, if you were paid to, would you kill Cas Winchester, Jacob Jericho or the man you've been seen with? And let's say the amount is higher than 20 million." She said.

"What kind of question is that?" He asked.

"Just answer the question." She told him.

He looked to the woman in front of him, "No," He said, and the woman shook her head to one of the guards. He had lied.

My shoulders slumped and the woman stood back next to me.

"I guess he's not as trust worthy as you'd think," She told me.

I was just quiet. I knew he'd kill me if he wanted to. At least try to. They grabbed me and got Vincent up as we started switching. We started to pass.

"Cas," Vince started.

"I get it," I told him, and they shoved him into the room and started getting me into the interrogation room.

They hooked me up and sat me down.

"Full name," The woman asked.

"Cas Jedikiah Winchester," I said, and she nodded to the guard.

"Country of origin?"

"United States of America,"

"City and state?"

"Albuquerque, New Mexico,"

"Where do you live currently?"

"A little bit of everywhere," I said, and she shook her head to the guard.

"Where do you live currently?" She repeated.

"Tennessee,"

"What city?"

"Franklin,"

She shook her head to a guard and I thought for a second. She looked back to me.

"How many people have you killed?"