Kevin Died

10. Questionable

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Yes, I know it's been a while, don't kill me. Here's chapter ten!

10. Questionable
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The medic used a cotton swab to wipe at the bruise on my face. I winced at her and she made a sympathetic look at me.

"Sorry," she said.

"It's okay," I assured her.

She smiled sweetly and continued to wipe away. After a few moments she stopped and examined my face.

"Looks like we're all good here," she finally said, throwing the swab into a bag nearby. "You should be fine. Doesn't look too serious. Though you should probably get checked for a minor concussion."

"Okay," I nodded.

She turned and saw one of the deputies making his way over to the back of the ambulance truck, where I was sitting.

The medic collected her kit and and stood up, smiling at the man before going her way.

"Hi," the deputy greeted me. "Ricardo, right?"

"Yes."

"You okay, buddy?"

"As okay as I can be at the moment, I suppose."

He nodded. The man looked basic enough. Brown hair and eyes, olive skin and a look of compassion on his face, as expected.

"I'm deputy Downing," he continued. "I just want to make sure I get the story right here."

I shrugged. "What I said is how it went. It's pretty simple. I was here with Travis and some guy broke in and tried to rob us."

"Was there a particular reason you were here?"

I gave the man a peculiar look. "He's my friend. We were hanging out. That's not a crime, is it?"

"Of course not," said Downing. "But we also noticed and confirmed with Travis that nothing was stolen."

"Okay?"

"So, if it were a robber and not just an attack, they would've taken something."

"And?"

"And according to you and Travis, you locked yourselves in the room. Logically the robber would use that time to grab something, right?"

"You forgetting the part where he attacked us 'cause he didn't know anyone was home? I'm sure stealing anything was out of his mind as soon as he saw a couple teenagers would interfere with that."

I was getting defensive, and I knew it. And by the look on Downing's face, he knew it too. I sighed and prepared for whatever other questions he was going to ask.

"You say this guy was wearing a mask?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"Strange," Downing said. "If his identity were safe he should've just left. Wouldn't be a need to attack the witness especially if he didn't end up stealing anything anyway."

"Look, I don't know what you want from me," I said. "I told you what happened and it's the truth. Sorry I can't speak on behalf of an asshole who would've likely murdered my friend and I had he got ahold of us."

"I know you can't," the officer said. "I'm just doing my job."

Even if it were true, he was making it extremely uncomfortable for me. I had just lied to the police. I'm not an expert on the law, but that was definitely a crime of some sort. I was torn between protecting Kevin and protecting myself and I feared gambling with this wouldn't end well for me.