Victoria
My pulse is quickening by the minute. But I have this under control, I tell myself.
The detective watches me with curious eyes, his green irises specked with suspicion.
He's going to kill me... I said, between rapid breaths and a shaky tone - I'm overcoming the uncertainty of losing. Because again, I'm in control, and by the looks of it the enemy is fooled by my deceiving, twisted words.
I vestured fear, for who I decided to blame, and the detective is lulled and consumed into my accusation; and I've never been more prepared.
I concentrate on the man before me, my teary eyes locked onto his own.
"Smith." I begin, breathing out his name as if it were the air I take in. "Dr. Neil Smith." I finish. As I sit in front of the detective, I watch him instantly plunge out a puny notepad alongside a pen, before he begins taking note.
Then, his forest green irises flick up to meet mine. He stares at me, a serious and strict expression plastered. "Dr. Smith, as in your boss?" He is sure to question, a thick brow of his arched in bewilderment.
In turn, I nod, and swallow - wiping my tear stained cheeks. "I guess you already did your research on me. He was on my mind when you said the day of the 11th, I just couldn't say it. I didn't want to. He's my boss!" I breathe.
"Why do you say it was him?" The detective points back to business, and he glues his suspenseful gaze onto me.
I take in a low breath before I start. "Because on the 11th, when he called me in to cover Jennifer's shift, he wasn't there. He didn't show the entire day. No one knew where he was, feel free to ask the other nurses. And when he got back, the very next day, his knuckles almost looked bruised, as if he were punching something. And I thought about it more when you said earlier how Jack died; he was beaten to death." I explain, my tone laced with affliction. Forcibly, tears threaten to pour from my brown eyes.
"I found it odd, he looked rough, too. But maybe it was just the stress of work." I shrug in the cold, leather seat. "It's normal to seem that way when under so much work...except for when he missed out on that one day." I add, as some sort of after thought, purposefully.
I fixate my eyes on the detective, Greene, his badge titles. Detective Greene plasters a frown in turn, and adds more onto his notepad.
"Considering Smith is my boss, and when I thought about it, that's why I was afraid to say anything. What if I'm wrong and he finds out I told you about him? Or not to sounds self centered...but if it's him, what happens to my job?" I question, laced with vexation.
Greene fixes his steady gaze on me. I watch him come to a stand, now on his own two feet - he glances down at me. "I'll keep you posted. But Ms. Stone, I'll have those reports on the autopsy by tonight." He confirms, firmly.
In return, I come to a stand, too. And I nod. "Yes sir. And detective Greene?"
In turn he perches a brow in response, and I clear my throat.
"Please, whoever did kill Jack, let them get what they deserve. No one, not even my cheating ex fiancé, deserves to be murdered." I finish, my voice vesturing pain.
Greene's irises glint with a brief flash of pity, before he nods in understanding, and turning to exit the small room. I avert my gaze onto the floor beneath me - avoiding the security camera on the left corner of the ceiling that I already mentally took note one - alongside the cameras behind the reciprocal mirror.
I clear my dry throat, and softly release the breath of relief I held. The questioning is done, for now.
I carefully walk out of the small room, and make my way into the desolate corridor.
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I shut the car door behind me, as I make myself comfortable in the passenger seat of Rio's BMW. I throw my head back, exhaling merely every ounce of guilty oxygen in me.
"I hope you know, I am never stealing a phone for you, ever again!" The all too familiar voice of my sister, pipes frustratingly from behind. I glance over my shoulder, to Ann who slouches over in Rio's backseat.
Ann furiously shakes her head before I can respond. "Ever!" She angrily whispers, her arms crossed firmly across her chest.
Beside me, I hear the gangster chuckle to himself, and I avert my attention onto him. Rio is glancing down with his full lips curved upward, in amusement. The gangster shakes his head, too.
"I don't know, I find it pretty interesting." He flicks his gaze up to glance at my sister through his centered mirror. I hear Ann scoff in return.
"Nah." The gangster adds, his tongue sweeping across his full lips when he turns his head to face me. "I think your sister is more, entertaining, when it comes to being a criminal." He corrects himself, a smirk still playing about on his lips.
Along with my sister, I roll my brown eyes. I fold my arms across my chest, and take in a lofty breath. "I'll have you know that I'm OK with what I did in there." I claim, matter-of-factly.
"Me stealing your boss's cellphone? Nah, not cool, dude!" She concludes herself. I turn to face her.
"Ann, I needed to see his schedule. Without it my plan wouldn't have worked. Besides, he has no idea we took his phone!"
"And he has the slightest clue that he's about to be called in for questioning on murdering your ex fiancé." Ann concludes lowly. I send her a dumbfounded glance.
"On the bright side, his phone was returned, just how he had it on his desk." I sigh, latching onto her green, hazel specked irises. "And without you, I would probably still be sitting in there right now. Behind bars, quite frankly."
My sister murmurs behind me. "I know. But just so we're clear; I wasn't kidding about that being my last time having sticky fingers for a cell...not my first but..." She adds on, barely audible. "Still. Crime doesn't play a part in my book, sis. You know that. When you guys go out for ice cream feel free to give me a call, but when you two wanna rob a bank or something, leave me out of it." Ann states, her green eyes glaring.
After her clear instruction, I watch her silently, my brows raised as I send a patient glance. I watch my sister shuffle in her seat, frowning.
"So, Dr. Smith, huh? Eh, I never really liked him anyway." She starts again.
"Yeah, me neither. I think we can both agree on maintaining a strong dislike for cheaters." I claim. My sister's perfectly arched brows furrow in confusion.
"He was married." I whisper in clarification, and suddenly, Ann's jaw drops - an exasperated gasp sounds in the backseat.
I purse my lips and nod, turning back around in my seat and facing ahead. "That no good piece of..." My sister's voice trails off as I glance to my side, and peek at the gangster.
Rio is gazing ahead, seemingly in a thoughtful daze. He must feel my eyes on him, too soon, for he clears his throat, and puts the car keys into the ignition - snapping back into reality.
"Are you ready?" I ask, referring to returning home - after this long and tiresome day. The gangster meets my longing gaze as I watch him. He licks his full lips before they part.
"Are you? Smith is about to go down. Me and you, we're safe, darlin'. So yeah, I'm ready." He responds lowly, huskily. The gangster examines my face a moment, and I can't seem to pull away my gaze from his.
For a moment, I catch his deep brown irises linger down onto my lips, and I find my own twitching - desiring his.
Deliberately, and after sucking in a breath of preparation, I nod. "I'm ready."
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Thanks for reading, loves!
Maybe I didn't explain enough in this chap, such as why Ann's there (which hopefully you understood it's bc she took part in helping her sister out) and whatnot. And maybe it'll all fall into a more clear place in the next chap.
I have been getting lack of sleep like never before. No complaining here, but I do have school in the morning + work afterwards. I need all the rest I can get rn. But tonight, I needed the 58. And finally, here it is!
Lots of love,
xx