Royalty continued

Well hello guys today is a continuation of a project I have been working on. The first part is here: http://nakedlysane.blogspot.com/2014/06/friday-special-royalty.html . Anyways it just about how my character copes with being in jail and about to questioned while waiting for his savior of a lawyer. I tried to write a little bit longer to give y'all a bit more to read. So I hope you enjoy it.

I sat there in the cell still in my robe thinking. It is all I could do while I waited for Amber. Everything swirled around my head and I needed to straiten them out somehow. So the syringe was used to kill Neil, the officers provided that information voluntarily. The prescription drugs had to be the cause and who ever killed him decided to pin it on me. Who would want me out of the way? I may not be the most lovable psychologist but I tried to not step on many toes. My clientele might be extravagant but they wouldn’t be vindictive enough to frame me or even know of Neil, client confidentiality and all that.  Well someone at the party had to frame me and therefore had to be the killer.

I struggled like an underdog against the heavy weight champ to remember anything that happened last night and only ended up making my head hurt even more. I came up empty handed it looked like my only chance was to start my own investigation and clear my name. Easier said than done behind steel bars that so happened to clank as a voice came from behind them.

“Hey, Mr. fancy-pant-less, it’s time to move.”

Moving out the now open cell door, I couldn’t help but reply, “Nice one did you come up with that or—“ I was cut off by a solid punch to the side. Writhing in pain I attempted to keep my footing while looking for sympathy in any of the other guards, the only one who ended up caring was the convict next-door, “Did you see that? Assault and abuse. What ever happened to prisoner’s rights?”

“You gave up that right when you killed an innocent man you psychopath.” The guard said coldly as he pulled me along.

“It is sociopath and a high functioning one at that, shouldn’t you know the difference?” My mouth just wouldn’t shut up. Thank god the cop decided to ignore me this time, perhaps it was that cute female cop we passed going down the stairs. We approached what I figured was the questioning room.  Amber wouldn’t be here for another twenty minutes. I had to stall. “You know she may like you but isn’t inter-office romance frowned upon?” I blurted out.

“How did you know that?” he stood bewildered.

“I have my ways, and if it is any consolation and just to show we have no hard feeling between us I’ll give you a tip.” I had him, “Get her some new ear rings, nothing to flashy or dangly but definitely nice.”

I watched as he stammered for a moment and looked questioningly at me. “How did you know that I was going to give it to her a pair for her birthday next week… This is unreal.” He was lost for words; it brought a smile to my face. After a moment the cop spoke up, “Know what. Get in there freak.” He pushed me inside and slammed the door shut.

I was ‘alone’ I say that because of course someone was behind the one-way glass. So I did the only sensible thing in the situation I checked myself out. Made sure my hair was perfectly messy just like I got out of bed and had the worst day of my life.  I posed with my robe, opening and closing it to try out different styles. Really all I was doing was goofing off but ‘they’ didn’t know that. If I were guilty I would show it some how, by acting nonchalant it may work in my favor. I have nothing to hide. Satisfied with what I had to work with I decided leave it as it was because there is no improvement on disgrace.

I ended up just sitting in the chair to my back to the mirror. A smug grin grew on my face. I checked my handcuffs that restrained my movement just to focus on something. I could pick the lock, easy but I don’t have the right tools at the moment. My focus was shaken by the entrance of someone new, he had a suit on so I would guess a detective who was chosen for my case. So I needed all the information I could get. Focusing in I found that he was missing his wedding ring, an uneven tan, and his posture was ridged more so than any cop in this station. His hair was short and slicked back, I assumed military a man never forgets but you never know.  However I did know what he would say first.

“That is my seat.” He said in a stern voice like I am some dog at his command.

“Oh? I didn’t realize we had assigned seating. I just thought it was first come first serve.” I could see the animosity creep in on his face, he could deal with drug addicts and thugs but not me. I made the first move slowly getting up I feigned surrender as best I could with my lack on movement in my arms. “I’m sorry honest mistake that grunt of yours clearly doesn’t know how to give instructions.” The words just seemingly flowed out of my mouth like water while I concentrated on reading the man in front of me. “Hi nice to meet you.  My name is Dr. Jack Royal, Psychiatrist.” I reached out my hands for a hand shake but he was unwavering, “Anything I can do for you? Did you want to talk about your service or maybe your wife?”

            His eye flinched and his brow furrowed, maybe that wasn’t the best course of action. “The name is Detective Fields, now sit down and shut up before I do it for you.” He said as he motioned to my seat. He obviously wasn’t in the mood for games but I had only just begun to play with him. All I needed to do now was wait for Amber, who should be here shortly.