What my Wife Doesn't Know...

Interrogation

I had a little trouble with this chapter, considering that it's about the law and everything. I don't really know much about the law, so if I made any mistakes, feel free to correct me.

Thanks and enjoy ^_^

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So, here I am sitting in this interrogation room scared to death. Everything make sense. Basically, according to the police report, Tasha had to tell them that I almost killed her. So, the police or the state feels the need to take this trial to court and they're basically pressing charges on me for an attempted murder. So, if Tasha is really affraid for her life, there is a possibility that I'll end up in jail for the rest of my life. I sat there thinking about all the possibilities and my stupidity. 

Meanwhile, two detectives walked in. "I'm detective Warren and this is my partner detective Shall"

I sat up, my elbows rested on the grey table with my hands folded while waiting for detective Warren to ask me questions, he seems like the head detective of everything.

"So, you mind telling me what you were doing tonight"

I swallowed hard, my palms sweaty, and mouth dry. "Don't I get a phone call?"

They both looked at each other while detective Warren spoke, "yeah follow me"

he handcuffed me, which I feel isn't really necessary, but none the less, I followed him out of the room. We walked down the busy hallway with police and detectives running around as if they're the busiest people in the world.

"Here it is, don't take too long" the pop belly son of a bitch said to me while unlocking my cuffs. I called up Richie hopping that he'll be awake at this hour. "Hello?" His drowsy voice came in on the other end.

"Holy fuck Richie I've never been so glad to hear your voice"

"whats up, why the fuck are you calling me at fucking three o' clock in the morning from collect?"

"Richie, I'm in jail, I'm being interrogated and I need you to hire me a lawyer"

"you're shitting me right. Is this some kind of sick joke? Cause if it is then you're a total dick"

"no Richie I'm serious, Tasha is pressing charges on me and I need a lawyer. I really need your help"

"holy fucking shit I cant believe this is happening right now. Um, okay I'm gonna call every lawyer I can. I'm gonna find you the best fucking lawyer there is out here"

"thanks man"

with that I hung up. Detective Warren put me in the handcuffs and walked me back to the interrogation room. "Are the handcuffs really necessary?" I asked as he took them off and I took a seat.

"Are you ready to tell us what happened tonight?"

"Well, I-I was fired from my job yesterday and-"

 "I didnt ask you what happened yesterday, I asked you what happened tonight"

I was taken aback by his attitude but answered the question anyway. "Well, I was driving. You see Tasha had already screwed up my life. I was thinking about how to compromise with her to get her to stop trying to ruin my life, so I drove to her house"

"then what happened?" Warren asked while taking a seat across from me, detective Shall sipped on his coffee and listened intensely.

"I got to her house, knocked on the door, and she opened it. She asked me if I was there to apologize"