Simona Davis

7: The Interrogation 📋

He was in a brightly lit room. Cuffs and chains hold him down to a metal table. The room has a door and window. He can't see what is on the other side of it. He has seen this before in movies. The suspect was placed in an interrogation room for questioning. He was that suspect now. Except he now realizes how it feels to be alone in a sealed room waiting for punishment. Not that he killed the man but he did meddle.

He should've just gone home. I've learnt my lesson. I will mind my business.
He grimaces and swears at himself.

His heartbeat is hammering against his chest. His nerves weren't really doing him any good.

Now I know what terror and anxiety really means. Fuck me!

He was cuffed roughly as they searched his apartment. They took the case in his hands when he opened the door. They put it in a zipper bag. He protested but they paid him no attention.

After they were done they dragged him down to the elevator, all the while people in their apartments got out to see the fuss. He tried to talk to the security guard about the case but they shoved him into the police car. They told him anything he said will be used against him in court-the usual stuff they say.

Walter glanced at their leader, he was tall and buff. His expression unreadable as he closed the door. He entered the front seat and pulled out of the parking lot. Walter tried to explain that it wasn't him but the man told him to shut it.
"You'll tell us that at the station." His voice gruffly sounded in the car.

Walter gazes to the buzzing light and tries to calm his nerves. The door opens and the same man from the car walked in. He had a clipboard and a file.
"Hi Walter. How are you? You comfortable?"

Walter looks at him disbelievingly. How can anyone be comfortable in cuffs? Is this guy serious?

Jones notices his angry expression and chuckles.
"Just kidding. Don't get rattled, this is the most comfortable you'll be for a while... that is if you say the right thing." Jones sits down and sets his material on the metal table.

Fucking douchebag!

Walter clenches his jaw preventing himself from lunging himself at the asshat in front of him.

"And what thing is that?" Walter asks,keeping his hooded eyes on the man across from him.

"The truth,the good old truth." Jones smiles and pulls his chair to the table. He lays his arms on the desk looking at Walter.
"You don't look like the type to kill a man."
Walter moves forward to look at Jones in the eyes telling him slowly," I didn't kill him." Jones looks straight back at him.
"Eye contact is used a lot with us but it won't work." Jones says ticking something on his board.

Walter sighs, exasperated.

Jones flips through the file. He stops at a paper and starts reading it.
"Walter Wilkins. Male. Born in the East of Tinning. Born in the year 1989.Thirty one years old. Graduated at East Tinning High School. Earned a business bachelor degree at West Tinning University.Works at Beaver Enterprises. Three years in employment at said Company. Works as a business consultant . Not married but engaged in precarious relationships. No children. Rents out apartment at Highway Tinning Apartments . Owns an audi model.
Family lives in the East of Tinning. Deceased brother, Ronald Wilkins ever since 2015. Death by lung cancer." Jones pauses and apologizes for his brother's death.

Walter nods looking away. Jones continues.

"Involved in several charities. Given several promotions from Beaver Enterprises. And last but not least, not involved in any criminal acts. Not a single one." Jones sets down the file and sighs.
"Your CV is clean, down to the payment of your car. What I don't understand is why you would kill that man." Jones wonders out loud.