With Love, Your Killer (COMPLETED)

Chapter Fourteen

25th October, 2015 (Twenty Days after the Murder).

04:15 PM.

“Are you ready to talk now?” Ian asked a handcuffed Eric as he sat beside Suarez in the interrogation room. He hated perverts, and as he examined Eric clinically, it was very obvious what women saw in him – he was quite easily one of the most good-looking men Ian had ever seen. Two days in a holding cell did nothing to diminish his handsomeness, only accentuate it. He had a five o’ clock shadow which made his jaw look more prominent, and his clothes were rumpled, making it seem like he had just been in a fight.

He had requested to speak to detectives, even without the presence of a lawyer, and Ian wondered what he had to say for himself.

“Do you want to start or should I?” Ian questioned.

At Eric’s silence, he began, “There is a lot that one can uncover in a day, Eric. Or should I call you Joshua?”

Eric sat upright in shock, and Ian smirked. Seeing that look on the faces of criminals was one of the best parts of his job.

Detective Suarez observed Eric curiously without saying a word. The teacher was good-looking enough, and if he was sleeping with the young whore, obviously had motive. He hated the fact that the mayor’s kid had been temporarily released, but sought solace in the fact that the boy was still young, with more than enough time to commit numerous offences and be thrown in prison.

Ian opened the folder in front of him, “Joshua Smith. Born on the 3rd of September, 1981 in Manchester, United Kingdom. You stayed there for a couple of years, and moved to the States when you were 20. You got fired from a couple of jobs, but your true nature was exposed when you worked at Forcas High. Amanda Stone was the underage girl you were caught having sex with. You then changed your name from Joshua Smith to Eric Johnson, dyed your hair, and adopted a new life.

“You know what they say, once a pervert, always a pervert. It was only a matter of time before your past caught up with you. Now, tell me why you murdered Bethany,” Ian said as he placed his hands on the desk.

“You know something, Ian? I have been in a whole lot of worse situations, and I will get out of this. If you think I would blab all about my alleged past deeds, then you obviously think I’m stupid, and I did not make it out on my own by being stupid,” Eric replied with a smirk.

Ian addressed him coldly, “You’re going to regret laying a hand on Alyson.”

“Oh! the attractive sister,” Eric said with a smile so beautiful, it seemed to light up the room.

“It would’ve been fun laying her, but I prefer my women willing yunno,” he continued. Ian dug his nails in his palms to avoid slugging the pretty-faced bastard in the face. Suarez noticed the movement, and relaxed in his seat. He was certainly enjoying the interrogation.

“Oh before I forget, I will mention one thing. I went to Bethany’s house the day she was murdered. For purely… academic reasons of course,” he said with a wink.

“And imagine my surprise when I saw her in a heated argument with her supposedly sweet sister. The words that were exchanged would make even my abusive mother blush.”

Ian did not want to ask, but the curiosity was killing him.

“What were they fighting about?” he asked hesitantly.

“About Bethany kissing some guy, can’t remember his name. Some boyfriend of Alyson’s by the looks of it. She was bleeping furious. Wondered why they couldn’t just share him. Threesomes are all the rage these days,” he said with a smile.