TW: ABUSE, MISCARRIAGE, MURDER, DEATH, ABANDONMENT.
Virgil was escorted into the interrogation room. He had been caught red handed standing over the body of his dead lover. He was sat infront of Detective Logan. Croft. Logan was a tall man. Straight black hair and sharp, piercing blue eyes hidden behind rectangular glasses. He wore a blue tie which popped out agaisnt his black polo, as well as a jacket full of pens and notepads. Virgil sat there, staring at the detective with daggers in his eyes. He still had Romans blood all over him.
"Didn't get a chance to clean yourself up?" Logan questions. Not getting an answer from the gloomy man infront of him.
Logan looks down at the mans file in his hands.
Name: Virgil Storm
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Medical Records: 3 abortions, 1 miscarriage, 1 childbirth, 3 broken ribs, many broken fingers, many gashes and scars.
"Your medical records. Care to tell me about those?" Logan asked, watching for any signs of anger or fear.
"Im clumsy and alergic to latex." Virgil answers calmy, so calm that it could have been rehearsed.
"I see. How did you break your ribs and fingers Mr. Storm?" Logan asks while writing his replies.
"Broke my ribs from tripping over a baby gate at the top of the stairs. Broke my fingers from slamming them in a car door." He answered.
"Both accidents I presume?" Logan raises an eyebrow.
"Yes. Both accidents." Virgil lies.
"Mr. Storm if you do not answer me honestly I will not be able to help you." Logan sighs, remaining calm.
"I'm telling the truth!" He growls, breaking slightly.
Logan takes the opportunity and keeps questioning him, trying to get a confession out of him. "Many would say your relationship with Mr. Prince was rocky at best."
"Rocky!?" Virgil scoffs "The bastard was horrible to me! I killed him in self defence! But he's had it coming for years!!!"
"Self defence? Care to explain?" Logan questions, intrigued.
"He was going to hurt me and our daughter! I had to do something!!" Virgil screeches
"So you decapitated him?" Logan scoffs. Displeased with the answer he'd gotten.
"I was cooking! The cleaver was in my hand and his neck was in my sight!" He bangs the table.
"And there it is. There's our confession." Logan grins writing down what he'd heard. "See you in court Mr. Storm, I wish you luck." Logan says smugly, walking out.
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The ghost of an orphan
Mystery / ThrillerVirgil Storm has been convicted of murdering His ex husband Roman Prince. While being sentenced to death he leaves the cutosdy of his daughter to his lawyer Logan. But how easy will it be to raise a child when the ghost of her father is living with...
