Cold-Blooded

Suspect #6/Austin Mahone

Lauren's POV

I sit Austin down in front of me and Zayn. I walk over to my own chair and sit down. "Okay, I heard from one of our suspects that you knew Mr. Bisping?" I asked.

"I did."

"Was he a frequent client of yours in the club?" I asked.

"He was, he usually came by almost every day of the week because he and his wife fought so he wanted to get away," Austin explains not really looking up at me.

"Did you know if anyone had anything against him?" I asked.

"He was a regular customer but no I didn't."

I stand up and walk over to him which causes him to look at me even less. "Was he ever one of your clients for one of your sex workers?" I asked.

"Whenever he got the chance," Austin mumbles.

"We know Camila is one of your sex workers. Where was she the night of the murder?" I asked.

"I don't know. I only call her when she has clients," Austin says.

"Were you out buying drugs from Liam?" I ask kneeling down in front of him.

"I did the night before," He says looking away from me.

I look up at Zayn and he stands up. "What did you buy?" Zayn asks.

"Two ounces of marijuana and a brick of cocaine," He answers.

"Why?" I asked.

"It was a stressful night."

"Reasons why?" Zayn asks.

"I was just stressed," Austin whispers.

"Nobodies fucking stressed for no reason," I slam my hand on the table, raising my voice at him. "What was the reason you were stressed?" I asked more calmly, lifting his chin up roughly to make him look at me.

"We weren't getting a lot of money that night and I couldn't get ahold of Camila."

"So you use Camila?" I asked.

"No, she's our best worker that's why," He says.

"Okay " I sit down on the table. "So you didn't see Camila that night. You didn't hear anything from her at all?" I asked.

"Not since her last job," Austin replies.

"Who was her client?" I asked.

"I can't give out that type of information it's all classified," He whispers.

"Why is it classified?" I asked.

"It's either by request from the client's or Camila herself," Austin replies.

"Who was her client Austin?" I asked.

"I can't say!" He raises his voice.

"Don't fucking raise your voice at me boy!" I grab his chin roughly. I take out my combat knife and hold it up to his neck really losing my patience with him. "Who was Camila's fucking client?" I put pressure.

"I can't say," He groans.

I grit my teeth and put my knife back in my holster. The last thing I want is blood on my hands. "Call SWAT Sergeant Bazzi. Were raiding his club."

"No okay, I'll tell you," He pleads.

I stop Zayn from dialing and look at Austin. "Who was Camila's last client?" I asked one more time.

"Michael Bisping," He whispers.

I look up at Zayn and he only looks down at the floor. "Another question Austin. What is your blood type?" I asked. He tells us his blood type but of course. No match at all. Zayn motions to his right arm and I nod. "Lift your sleeve," I said firmly.

"Why?" He asks.

"Lift it, Mahone!" I raise my voice.

"Okay, which one?" He asks with a shaky voice.

"Right one." Austin lifts his sleeve to see that's it's spot clean. "Taking him out, another fucking innocent," I said to Zayn.

The English boy nods and takes Austin out of the interrogation room. I sit down on the chair and groan. Everything is tying up to everyone. Everything at first tied up to Camila per suspicion. Then Austin. Now back to Camila. I hear the interrogation door open and I look over to it.

"You okay?" Ally asks.

"No. Not really," I respond.

Ally sits down next to me and puts a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Look, from everything I've heard is that Camila is off the grid which is weird because she never is," Ally says.

"That's the bad part," I mumble. Having Camila's most close people to her and them not knowing what's wrong with her really makes me so worried and concerned.

"Look, maybe she's just chilling at her house with Gerald and her dad," Ally tries to comfort me. "Look if you don't want to go pick them up you don't have to, I can send Zayn."

"No. I'll do it," I stand up slowly.

"Are you sure you can handle doing this Lauren?" Ally asks.

"Yeah. I'll be back in a few Allz," I said and walk out of the interrogation room. I get in my police car and let out a loud groan, hitting the steering wheel. "Don't let it be, please don't let it be," I whisper.

I turn on the car and start towards the biker joint to go and get Colson first. I park in the Cabello's residence driveway as I feel the blond boy's heated stare burning into the back of my head. "Stay here Colson," I said and close the door. I walk up to to the doorway and knock a couple of times. The door opens to reveal Mr. Cabello.

"Hello Lieutenant, how may I help you?" Alejandro asks.

"Can I take Gerald and Camila with me for a little investigation?" I asked.

"Gerald is here but sadly Camila isn't," Alejandro says.

"Oh, can I take him with me?" I asked.

"Why?" Alejandro asks.

"There was a murder not too long ago. I'm just taking in possible suspects," I explain. "Dad who's at the door?" I hear Gerald.

"Just Lieutenant Jauregui," Alejandro responds and leaves me alone with Gerald.

"What's up Lieutenant?"

"Gerald can you come with me I'm in an investigation right now and I have a couple of questions for you," I explain.

"Alright," Gerald shrugs.

"Also do you know where your sister is? I need her to come in too," I said.

"She left like not to long ago," Gerald says and walks to the police car with me.

Another reason for me to be worried about the younger Cuban. I help Gerald in the car with handcuffs and I get on the driver's side. This is going to be interesting. And even more, trying to find where the brunette could be. Justin is counting on me to solve this case, so for the sake of all, all my emotions will be put on the sidelines. First things first before I start interrogating Camila when I find her I need to talk to her about the dreadful situation we are in.