Murder She Wrote

16. She's not crazy, You are!

"Because she's deceiving! She does that to hide the fact that she's crazy!" I chuckled out.

"We even ran her files and it's clean. Nothing we should be concerned about." He said. He's completely ignoring me words. I was fighting every urge not to jump across this table and punch him.

"Did she ever mention to you that the house she lives under isn't even hers?"

He looked at me confusingly, "how is that relevant in any way?"

I scattered the papers I printed out from the other day. The paper showed the same records of the company who owned the house and the false name it was leased under. I handed him the first paper with the entire document on it and another one which had a background of the person who's name she was using to live in the house.

"There's a lot of stuff on this." He said carefully examining the papers. "Would you care to elaborate?"

"This is the address of her house. But look at the lease name. Do you see a Veronica anywhere on the list?" I said pointing to the paper. "No but you do see the name Brooke don't you." I continued not even giving him the chance to respond back.

"This doesn't say anything. Okay her house isn't under her name? So what?" He said rolling his eyes.

"So what?! Who is Brooke should be the question. I've called the company yesterday to clarify the address and name, they gave me the number to the house phone.." he looked at me with a confused look still. For a cop, he's bad at putting two and two together. Jesus how slow can someone be?

"You've somehow managed to do all of this on your free time?" He responded.

"That's not the point. She's using false identity to maintain that house. If her house is fake then who knows what else might be fake. Her name might not even be Veronica for all we know."

"The house could be under the name of a relative or something. This isn't nothing surprising or concerning. People co-sign on things all the time and sometimes one name appears on the leasing rather than both. So whoever this Brooke person is, they could simply be related to Veronica." He said placing his empty clipboard down and handing the papers back to me. He's literally putting this information past his shoulders and not even getting the point to what I'm telling him. Yes, people co-sign on things but isn't it suspicious how Veronica's relative or family hasn't once popped up into the picture, the girl herself doesn't even like mentioning family at all. Aside from her "half brother," a normal person would've mentioned a thing or two about their parents at least.

"I'm sorry officer but that's hard to believe. Her relatives are barely mentioned by her." I said.

"Michael..wasting your time with crap like this isn't going to help you one bit. Look at yourself. You're paranoid!" He laughed. "You're spending half of your time doing background checks on someone and making up assumptions about their personal life." He said.

"Her brother picked up when I called the house how do you explain that?"

"Jesus Christ, look this isn't evidence. This right here," he waved the papers in the air, "This is spying.  You want your distance then keep it away from her. Trouble only sparks when you it give a reason to do so. She's not the crazy one, you are."

I shook my head in place and kept my hands to myself. "Spying? You call this spying? Okay a stranger randomly happens to stand at a shop so close to your house and you happen to drive by. A stranger shows up again to your house after the first stay you offered. A stranger calls you directly from your work phone a second after she saw you and you never even gave her your work or phone number at all. A stranger shows up to you and your wife's anniversary party without an invite at all. A stranger then continues to call from your number over a hundred times when you decide to cut her off.."

"I get the point.." he said.

"No I don't think you do officer!" I yelled. "A stranger harasses and forcefully kisses you in her house and blackmails you when you try to walk out! A stranger fucking comes and cooks in your kitchen and happens to know the exact thing your wife is allergic to and causes an allergic reaction to your pregnant wife! Then a stranger comes over for dinner and refuses to leave you alone because she says it's not a choice..." once I came to an end I found myself heaving up and down from anger. My palms were sweating and my nails left deep marks into my palm after forming my hands into a fists so tightly. I snatched the papers from him and stood from my seat. I took out a card from my pocket and slammed it on his desk.

"When you actually want to be serious and make that badge of yours useful, call me. In the meantime, you decide who's crazy or not." I showed myself out the door without looking back and slammed the door as hard as I could.

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And I oop-

i know the chapters are getting shorter but bare with me.shit about to get juicy I promise.

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