Hidden In the Knight

Chapter 6: Blaire's View

India came in and from the look on her face I knew she'd met him, whoever he was, "Oh hey India! Have a seat, we've just begun."

Officer Bradley rudely interrupted, "You can't be in here India. I'm questioning Blaire now, not you."

"No. She can stay. It is about her parents, right Officer?" cocking my head to the side. This was one angry man, but I couldn't tell why.

"Yes, well, that doesn't mean she gets to sit in with every suspect."

Taken by surprise, "Why would I have called you if I'd killed them? I didn't like how they treated India, but I stayed away from them as much as possible. I was in school! And McDonalds! And my house! With India! How could I possibly do that and why would I do that? What kind of crazy person do you think I am? I know you think I'm crazy, you made that clear yesterday, but not psycho killer crazy! Are you insane? Why am I a suspect?"

Dad said sternly, "Blaire, that's quite enough."

Officer Bradley was laughing, "You're definitely something. Medically insane I'm not sure of, but you're definitely something kid! In my eyes, everyone is guilty until proven innocent."

India scoffed, "I think you have that phrase wrong. I think you have a few things wrong."

Dad whispered behind me, "Enough India. Just stay quiet."

Coldly, the officer looked at her, "No, little girl. I have changed it so it works for me."

Slowly he turned back to me, I was nervous now that crazy was on the table, "You knew what the technician was thinking and not telling us. How?"

I looked at Dad for a moment and he nodded, I took a deep breath, "Well, sometimes I see things or feel emotions and hear strong thoughts. That thought that I told you was strong and important, but he had decided not to tell you. That is the only reason I did anything. He frequently withholds information and hates his job. I'd fire him for the withholding information."

"Can you prove that you can do this?" he was intrigued.

"I did at the crime scene with your cowardly technician. That wasn't enough for you?"

Dad whispered, "Try and do your best sweetheart."

"Fine. Think a strong thought. Focus on it. It's not always crystal clear and I may get something else you're also thinking about, so try to really focus."

"Okay," he smirked and the other officer looked appalled.

"Okay so you ran out of fruit loops so you had raisin bran for breakfast...You're trying to focus on a candle? Oh that is a lovely gift, flowers and one of those candles with rings in them, she'll love it, okay here we go you've focused better. Your ride along today was supposed to be a guy named Tyler? No, it's Taylor. He's new here and you really weren't that excited to having a newbie riding with you. You lost focus, you bought lingerie too? Oh wait, that's too large of a size. You're going to have to take it back and get one size smaller. Happy 4 year anniversary by the way," I grinned a megawatt smile, as he gaped at me. He had so much more information I could've spouted.

India was stiffling a giggle. I was glad to hear her laugh.

He cleared his throat, probably had a bug in it from having his mouth open so long, and began to speak again, "Now you said you had a bad feeling about India's home. Did you inform her of this?"

"Yes."

"What exactly do you mean by bad feeling?"

"I told you I get feelings about things. Things that have happened or will, but I don't always know exactly what the things are. Too unfocused and I don't get enough information. I had a really bad feeling about the home, but I generally get bad feelings about that place. Her parents would be trashing the place or fighting, getting drunk, would yell at her, but she was prepared for something bad. When I got the really bad feeling, she was just prepared for drunk parents or a total mess of a house, not for what happened this time. I don't know why I didn't know more. Sometimes I just can't. I don't know if that means that I couldn't know because it would change what is supposed to happen or what. I don't know even where this comes from. For some reason I can feel and see and know things that not everyone else can." I tried my best to explain something I don't even fully understand.

"All the more the reason to suspect you; you knew."

"No, you're getting mixed up. I knew something was bad, which wasn't unusual at her house. I didn't know they were dead," I quickly looked at my best friend, "Sorry India."

I turned back to the brute of an officer in front of me, "But I just figured the bad feeling was her parents being drunks or fighting. I had no idea that it was that bad."

"You didn't think it was a good idea to inform the police?" he said coolly.

I just stared at him for a minute and responded just as coolly, "No. No I didn't, because this is the result I get when I try to help."

Dad touches my elbow but looks at the officer, "I think enough has been said and my clients are done here."

Officer Bradley nodded, but didn't look like he was finished at all, "Sure, for today. I'll be seeing you all very soon."

Hating his confidence, I got up with India and Dad and exited the room. The guy I'd seen India with was across the bullpen. At least something I saw was going right.