Police Station, Present Day
Carlos tapped his fingers across the metal table. Lorenzo looked onward as he watched this boy twitch in anxious nerves. Carlos was messing with his hair, running his hands back and forth among the knots and tangles. Lorenzo rolled his eyes and rubbed the back of his head with his right hand. He looked over at the police chief who was watching Carlos.
"Should we do this?" Lorenzo said, "Should we question him without a lawyer present?"
"It's not worth waiting for a lawyer when we have him as a witness to a murder," the police chief said. She reached for her cup of coffee. Lorenzo walked towards the door and headed into the interview room. Susan sat on the other side of the glass, pressing her coffee cup towards her arm. Lorenzo sat on the other side of the table, facing Carlos. Carlos was twiddling with his hair and looked up to see Lorenzo staring into a small file on the table.
"What does it say about me?" Carlos nodded his head towards the file. Lorenzo looked up and back down.
"Nothing good," Lorenzo shuffled some papers around, looking for recent arrests and drug possessions, "You've been in and out of jail for a while now. Have you thought about turning over a new leaf?"
"If I said I was thinking about it, would there be a lesser sentence on my record. I can't go to jail for murder," Carlos said, "Wait? Where is my lawyer?"
"He will be coming, but right now I want to ask about your relationship with Scott Burgess and Ryan Spencer." Lorenzo grabbed the photos of the two boys from their middle school years and Carlos leaned in, pushing the photos away after a glance.
"I'm not talking until I get my lawyer," Carlos demanded.
"Your lawyer is stuck in traffic right now, he will come in due time. I'm just asking a simple question: what is your relationship with these two boys?" Carlos leaned back in his seat and held out his hand, looking at the long nails that came from guitar lessons and playing bass. He ran his fingers through his hair and twirled the ends through his hands. Carlos let out a sigh and finally leaned back onto the table, both his arms resting on the table.
"Ryan I only knew from high school, I was a year older than him. But Scott and I were friends since seventh grade. Ryan was at a different school, but the two of us, we were tight."
"Were you close romantically at some point? With Scott?"
"Not really, but we came close. Scott turned me down after I said I might have liked him as more than a friend."
"Why did Scott turn you down?"
"Because Ryan was going to the same high school we were after middle school and they had so much more to catch up than we did."
"Did you feel hurt? Betrayed?"
"I felt broken, but I knew that there was something else at play. So I stuck around to see exactly what it is."
"You found out it was drugs?" Carlos nodded. He got up and started to walk around the interrogation room, trailing his hands along the wall, listening to the sound of the nails scraping at the paint.
"Scott was the pusher for this type of situation, not Ryan. He only used Ryan because he knew that Ryan's mother and father used to grow cannabis for their health," Carlos said from the corner of the interrogation room, by the wall next to the glass. Lorenzo turned around and watched Carlos walk in front of the glass, looking closer through the back of the mirror.
"Is there someone on the other side?" Carlos asked. Lorenzo nodded.
"Standard procedure," Lorenzo answered, "It's so that we don't go rogue and have a hearsay situation in the rooms."
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Cherry Bomb
Genç Kurgu*This is the first story I ever wrote and worked on for a college assignment. I worked on one chapter and I was hooked. Being able to come back and revisit that old memory is something I have been dying to do* Ryan Spencer can't seem to stay away fr...
