The now brooding Mr. Fields sat
across the aluminum table from me. I had successfully gotten myself handcuffed
to the chair I was sitting in, the restraints were tight and uncomfortable cues
of Fields passive aggressive nature at the moment. He was flipping through a file,
my file, trying to find something he can use. To bad I have more on him than he
has on me, besides the whole he can sentence me for murder bit. It would be a
grave error in putting someone in jail for something they didn’t commit. However
it is not like it hasn’t happened before. I just need to make sure it doesn’t
happen to me. Amber just has to prove that there is serious doubt to the
accusation, not that hard I think.
“This seems like a pretty open and
shut case.” Fields finally spoke up, not exactly what I wanted to hear. “You
killed Mr. Connor with a syringe using your party as a cover up. What is better
than having fifty other people as your alibies? To bad that is where you messed
up. He was found dead not to far from your home and you even stated that you
were the last one to see him alive. Now is the time to come clean and stop
wasting police time and resources.”
“Why would I do that when I am
innocent?” I reply, knowing full well he was lying out his ass on this. Why
else would it take him so long to figure out what he was going to say?
“Come on Mr. Royal, you look like a
reasonable guy even if you have made it very difficult for me and my other
police officers. Everyone says they are innocent, we couldn’t convict anyone if
we believed every lie we are told.” Mr. Fields struggled to reason with me.
“First of all it is doctor. I have
said it so many times since I have been here. How hard is it to say? Second
it’s funny that you mention lying when you are lying to me right now. Since you
said I had fifty other alibies because of the party it stand to say that there
are also fifty other suspects anyone at the part could have seen him recognized
him and killed him. Not me.”
True surprise crossed Mr. Fields
face. How could I know that? How could I not know that? I can read his face
like a book. I just hope he actually believes me.
“No, I think you killed him. Why
else would we have found the evidence in your house?” The detective obviously
ignored my statement.
“Haven’t you heard of planted
evidence? If you were a killer wouldn’t it be better to pin it on someone else
than just having an alibi? Why would I just leave the evidence in my house for
someone to find?”
“I don’t know doctor maybe you
don’t really deserve that title anymore. For someone claiming to be so smart
you obviously are messed up enough to commit murder.” Fields stuck to his story
like glue.
“Maybe you don’t deserve to be a
detective Mr. Fields. You go with the obvious and easy answers instead of the
truth. Maybe you should do some thinking of your own. You want this to be easy,
it isn’t. Do your job and find the real killer.” I said at almost wits end. I
would have said more but the door opened silencing the detective and I. It was Amber;
she took one look at me and closed the door. I could hear her laugh from the
other side. I almost forgot that I was still just wearing a robe. She is never going to let me down for this.
Damn it.
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