Cold-Blooded

Suspect #7/Colson Baker

Lauren's POV

I sit down in front of Colson and slide a cigarette towards him per his request. I stand up and take my lighter out. I light the end and he takes in the smoke.  "Alright, so what do you know, Colson?" I asked.

"About what?" He asks groggily due to the smoke.

"Michael Bisping," I respond.

Colson looks at me and Zayn, "Middle-aged male? UFC fighter?" I nod and Colson continues, "I met him a couple of times he came off as a fucking jerk, very determine," Colson explains.

"Did you have anything against him?" I asked.

"Nah dude I don't give a fuck what he does I just got drugs for him and he paid me to make the delivery," Colson says.

"So you didn't have anything against him?" I asked.

"I mean why would I? As long as I got paid from that asshole than I'm all good," Colson takes a hit from his cigarette.

"Okay, so what did you know about him?" I asked.

"He was some prick. Especially to his wife. I mean why would you fucking marry a sweet Australian woman who is deeply in love with you and then cheat on her. Makes absolute no sense to me, plus some people will say he was nice but all he was a two-faced asshole," Colson informs us.

"Do you believe someone will have something against him?"

"It would have been a matter of time when he will piss off the wrong type of person he had it coming, he even pissed me off but I don't got time for that especially getting blood on my hands," Colson says.

"Do you know any possible people?" I asked.

"No fucking clue but it probably was the wrong person considering he's fucking dead," Colson throws hi cigarette on the floor and steps on it.

"Okay. So you're really close with Camila do you know where she is?" I asked.

"Nah she disappeared. I'll ask Gerald instead he's the only one that actually saw her," Colson says.

"Did Gerald told you what's wrong with her?"

"Dude do you think me and Gerald will become best buds just to talk about how sad Camila is? Hell naw. Gerald just said she fucking depressed or some shit," Colson leans back on his chair propping his feet up.

"Depressed. Do you know a reason why she could be?" I asked.

"Uh, her mother's death. Having a break down in general, her life is pretty shit. And uh maybe blaming herself with all this bullshit between you and her, no offense," Colson holds a hand up to me.

"Don't call it some bullshit. But anyway, did Camila really sleep with Michael?"

"Who the fuck told you?" Colson sits up.

"Let's say we asked Austin nicely," I smirk.

"You tortured it out of him, didn't you?" Colson laughs.

"That or we will raid Pink 390," I laugh.

"Ugh please don't. I know you guys are dirty cops but fuck man, not Pink 390," Colson chuckles.

"Okay whatever don't pretend we're friends." Colson puts his hand up in surrender and I look down at my notepad. "Do you think Austin did this?"

"Nah dude Camila is his best one who wouldn't pay her," Colson locks eyes with me.

"Yeah... Your right," I whisper to myself.

"See Jauregui you know this," Colson sits back again.

"I guess not recently but I guess," I said.

"Alright, so two more questions and then we can set you free," I said.

"Go ahead Lieutenant I have shit to do today," Colson replies.

"What is your blood type?" Colson raises his eyebrow at me and laughs. He tells us his blood type but yet again no match. "Okay um, next. Can you please lift your right sleeve?" Colson lifts his right sleeve but I see nothing other than his tattoos. "Did I pass Lieutenant?" He jokes.

"Yeah I'll tell Ally your good to go," I stand up.

"Yes finally!" Colson stands up.

I laugh and put a hand on his shoulder leading him out. Ally comes over and looks at Colson then at me. "Innocent," I respond simply.

"Okay," Ally nods and pats Colson on the chest gently. "Your good to go buddy. Lieutenant, lead him out."

"Yes ma'am." I lead Colson out to the entrance and he steps out. "Stay out of trouble Colson," I warn.

"As long I don't see your face in hours I'm all good Lieutenant see ya," Colson salutes and takes his leave.

I lean against the doorway and sigh. Colson was so far the one that gave us the most information about Michael and this murder. We might not see eye to eye and I might act like a dick to him and his gang but at the same time I have a soft spot for them and nobody will ever know that. Reasons are because if I ever get a chance with Camila at all I have to accept the way she is now. "Lauren!" I hear Ally's voice.

"Yeah?" I respond.

"Alejandro called. Camila is home can you go and pick her up?"

"Sure," I mumble and walk out to my police car.