Detective(Male Reader Original)

What Happened Here?

(Y\N) POV

The kitchen was a mess, the table was flipped over and everything on it was scattered across the floor. I look at his body. His blood pooled around him. I crouch down as I take my camera out and start taking pictures before I move stuff around.

I move him silently to see he had his throat cut wide open, I spot a bloody sharp clay piece from a broken plate.

"Murder weapon," I mutter

I didn't notice, by the whole place smelled of boozes

I walked the corpse and smelled his mouth, I know it's disgusting, but other then the smell of death, it reeked of beer.

"He had a few to drink," I mutter

"Ok, so the table flipped, the lady picked up the broken plate and slashed his throat....but the question is why," I ask myself as I remember they had bruises all over.

"Perhaps abusive?" I ask myself

"No, I think she and the father got into a scrap and the child was in the middle as they beat each other up," One of the officers says as he walks in the kitchen

"Unlikely, he has no bruises where your most likely to get them in a fight," I point out

"She killed him and then attacked the child, then when we came, she flipped sides and acted motherly," he says again

"No, had that happened, the child wouldn't be so attached. And even if she was so scared she couldn't do anything, the mother looked genuinely concerned for the child," I say again

"All I saw was a woman scared for her life," Another officer says as he walks in the kitchen

"That's what happens when your pointing guns at someone and asking for their child to step away like they are some animal," I say

"Whatever," the officer says as I walk out.

I walk to the car to see the lady holding her child. I knock on the window to grab their attention before I open the door. After all, I don't want to startle them.

"Hello, I have some questions for you if you don't mind," I ask the women

"Yea, ok," She says clearly shaken up as I start a voice recorder

"Ok, first up, what's your name? My names (Y/N)," I smile as I try to be as human as possible. The first trick to getting people to talk is for them to trust you

"My names Caroline," She says

"Ok, Caroline, it's nice to meet you," I say

"Is it really? Aren't you talking to a murderer," She asks

"No, I'm not, your innocent until proven guilty," I say

"Well, I am guilty, I killed my husband," She says as I write that down in my notepad

"Ok, what type of man was your husband," I ask as I stare at her. Her eyes show fear

"He....he was a good man at first...but over the years...he changed. He got home and would just drink until he was passed out, and if dinner wasn't ready when he got home, he would often slap me for every little thing," She says. So he was abusive

"And how did he treat Nancy?" I ask remembering the girl's name

"I made sure he didn't touch her. He could punch me, slap me all he wanted, but I made sure he didn't touch her,"

"I see, what happened tonight that was different?" I asked her

"Tonight, he said he was gonna eat out. So I didn't make dinner and when he returned, he expected dinner. So he slapped me and I made it. Then when I went to call Nancy for dinner, he insisted that he would it. Nancy never comes out if he asks her to, she was scared of him. He came back and I had to tell her to come eat. After we started, He got mad and flipped the table, after that he attacked me. Punched me and once he had me pinned down, he started to undress me. Nancy screamed and he turned his attention to her," Caroline says as she starts crying

"He started to beat her. She was crying and screaming non-stop, and all he was doing was beating her. I screamed stop, but he didn't listen, he kept punching...and punching. I just grabbed a piece of a shattered plate, and I ran at him with it,". She finishes with tears streaming down her face

"Ok, do you two need any medical treatment?" I ask. Caroline has a deep cut on her palm from holding the shattered plate piece. But other then some bruising, I don't spot anything too serious.

"Once the ambulance gets here, they will check you over, and I'll bring you two to the station, how does that sound?" I ask as they nod. On cue, I spot an ambulance. I flag them down and they drive to me

"Hello," I mutter as a paramedic hops out

"Hello," he mutters as I direct him to my car

"Could you check these two out before you head to the body?" I ask as I point toward the window of my car at Caroline and Nancy

"I'm gonna have to cuff you again," I say to Caroline as they get out. The medics check them over and they only bandage Caroline's hand.

They return to the back of my car, as I tell everyone I'm headed to the station.

This is a pretty small town, so it doesn't take long to arrive at our small police station

"Ok, I'll try to get you guys in one cell, but if I can't, I assure you that Nancy will be in good hands," I say to Caroline

"Thank you," Caroline mutters

"It's nothing, I understand the situation, I just hope I can convince that to other people," I say as I get out of the car. I open the back door and cuff Caroline. As per our agreement, Nancy held on to my hand as I walked in.

"Is that the gal who killed the husband," The police chief says as he greets us at the front door

I nod as Caroline looks down,

"Take her to cell 1," He says coldly