Hidden In the Knight

Chapter 5

        "India! Blaire!" Mr. Dellure yelled.

Blaire was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs and yelled back, "We're right here! Stop yelling!"

We walked to the front door where her parents were waiting. They looked worried. I know I should be, but really, what else is there to ask? I dread seeing that horrible Officer Bradley again, but what can a girl do? I got in the backseat of their big silver SUV, buckled in, and we left the house. The car, I noticed, was opposite of their house. It was spotless, everything was perfect. The car wasn't even new, but it looked it. I looked at everything, but the people I now lived with. I couldn't look at their worried and stressed faces. It just made me feel worse.

Finally we got to the station and before we got out of the car Mr. Dellure reminded us, "Don't say anything unless I'm there. I'm your lawyer now. Even though I know you girls didn't do anything, you still need a lawyer. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir," I mumbled. It made me nervous that he said we'd need a lawyer. They must still think we're suspects, "What do you think they're going to ask us, sir?"

He looked me dead in the eye, "I don't know."

With that frustrating question in my mind, I got out of the car, linked arms with Blaire and walked into the police station, putting out an air of confidence. It was chilly when we first entered the station and while I was looking around the station I saw someone I hadn't imagined seeing here. The new guy from McDonald's was sitting on the corner of a desk, talking to an officer. Briefly, the thought of how he should be in school crossed my mind until those golden hazel eyes met mine and all thoughts of school went out the window. All thoughts of anything, but him went really. What was this handsome guy's name?

Blaire snapped me out it by waving a hand in front of my face, "Hey, you okay?"

I looked at her, realizing why she did my hair and made me change my shirt, "Thank you."

She smiled, "You're welcome. Come on let's go talk to the Officer Dickhead. Your cutie will still be here when we're done."

"He better be," I muttered and she grinned.

We walked up to the main desk, explained who we were, and they took me back to a questioning room, along with Mr. Dellure. We sat quietly for a minute and then he started to remind me once again, "Now remember India."

"I know, Mr. Dellure. You're my lawyer."

We sat in silence for a few moments before the door opened. Officer Bradley walked in, followed by a tall, scrawny officer that smiled politely at me; what was this good cop, bad cop? They sat down on the opposite side of the table quietly and Bradley opened up a thin manila file folder. He watched me as he did, like I was hiding something and I was going to find information in the file. Whatever, the man was an ass and an idiot, not to mention being a drama queen. I just sat quietly, waiting for him to say something, but he didn't, he just stared at me. Okay, I'm done with this.

"Officer, is there a problem with the information? I answered all your questions at the scene and I can't imagine there is anything else you need to know. I told you everything I know."

Mr. Dellure cleared his throat, "Ah, yes, speaking of the questions at the scene. You had no right to question a minor like that about all those things at the crime scene."

The other officer, Officer Gilfford it looked like, looked away from Mr. Dellure sharply, to Bradley. He looked angry, "She's a minor, officer, and no parents to ask for permission to ask her questions. You shouldn't interrogate unless you're at the station," he looked at me with regret and sadness, "I'm sorry for your loss and for the heartless and wrongful actions of my partner, miss."