I Didn't Do It (On Hold)

1.

“So is this the part when you ask me where was I on the night of so and so?” I ask sarcastically, leaning forward on the cold metal table.

Of course there is a single light gazing down upon me, also to intimidate me.

A female detective stands before me in a business uniform has her palms face flat on the table and she’s staring at me, trying to break fear or guilt into me.

“You and I both know how this goes.” She states boldly, pressing her lips together and looking down at me with disgust.

 

“You already think I’m guilty.” I challenge in return. She didn’t faze me, not for one second. “That’s not my job to prove.” She replies and I widen my eyes.

“Is that so? I guarantee that the next few questions you are going to ask are going to be quite defensive. While at least three men stand behind that glass window, studying my facial expressions, movements and responses. You’re on offense right now.” I inform and she finally inhales, she know’s that I’m trying to get under her skin.

 

“Your mother was a beautiful woman. Kind. Sweet. Everyone in the community loved her.”

They sure as hell did….

“Who would want to hurt her?” Now she asked a defensive question.

“Why are you asking a suspect?” I ask her and she rolls her eyes.

“You’re a suspect for a reason. You may know of others who could be capable of doing this.” She tells me, finally sitting down and I look behind her where I know I’m being monitored.

 

“So now you’re trying to cooperate? That’s so comedic of you. This puts you in hot water. You don’t ask the correct questions and you’re later blamed for the outcome later in court.”

 

“You’re awfully bold to speak with no lawyer present.”

“That’s because I’m bold.”

 

“I see what you’re doing Madison. It’s reverse psychology and it’s not going to work on a professional. You’re a psychopath.” She interrupts and I chuckle. “That is the label I was given. But doesn’t mean that I am. This whole mental situation, really takes a toll on how people view my behavior, but how do they know? I don’t care how many degrees you have. Even the crazy are victims too. Doesn’t mean they could be capable of murder.”

 

“Oh yes they could.” The detective says. “Well so can a sane person. You just have to push the right button. And we all have buttons to be pushed and just because I was given this God-forsaken label does not mean that my button could as easily be pushed as much as you. Scratch that from your drawing board real quick. If you ask a question that you conjured up with a complicated theory, you’re going to get a complicated answer from a simple mind.” I state, putting my finger down on the table, to try and draw out my point.

 

“Your mind isn’t simple. This is what you do.” The detective reminds.

 

“How would you know? That’s pretty impressive for a-professional, you say? This could put this whole entire case on the back burner, with no true criminal. Causing another broken hearted family, unsolved case and an average paying job with no promotion.” I’ve finally humored this lady and she smirks and looks back, giving a head nod, which has to be some type of code.