Today 13:00

I sit still, staring at the pictures on the table in front of me - the ones he had most likely intentionally left there for me to stare at. Still wondering about what the officer had said before. "Make sure you are nice and comfortable... you'll be here for a while." I scoff at that, they'll never find anything super incriminating... Charlie and I were super thorough. At least I think we were.

The door opens and my eyes glance up to see who has just entered the room. The smell of a breakfast wrap from Tim Hortons wafts into my scent cavity and I already know who has entered before I even get a chance to look at them.

"I guess I was wrong to doubt you." I speak and lean as far back in the seat as the restraints will let me, "I will be honest with you, I did not think that you would actually bring back food." I remark, my eyes staring the officer down with intensity.

"I can't have you go hungry now... now can I?" The officer comments before setting the food down in front of me - but also just out of my reach at the same time. He chuckles and then slides his chair back before he takes a seat on it. "Did you miss me while I was gone?"

"Not at all." I reply with a coy tone, "have you brought your gifts to use as a sacrifice in some sort of twisted ritual to summon the crazed demon that you believe I am?" I comment in a partially sarcastic tone, though I can feel my mouth begin to water because the smell of the food is just so tempting to me.

"Awe, and here I thought we were getting to know each other really well." He speaks with a pouty tone as he forms a frown on his face as well. "I guess you don't want the food after all." He speaks, grabbing the side of the bag and slowly drags it towards him. But before I am able to detest, my stomach rumbles as loud as it is humanly possible to do and the officer chuckles almost as loudly at my impatient stomach.

"It is not funny!" I growl at the officer, I would have crossed my arms if I could, but the bracelets restrict me from doing so. I see his eyes soften and I can tell that he is thinking about something to retort with.

"Is it not now? Huh. I could have sworn that it was." The officer chuckles and then slides the food over towards me. "Go on and eat up now, I wouldn't want to have you starve to death on my watch... now would I?" He comments with a light tone that still sounds as though he is laughing at my stomach's outburst.

"Thank you." I mumble softly and reach forwards to grab the wrap out of the bag. I pull it back and I rip open the container, shoving the food in my mouth and showing the officer how monstrously I eat my food.

I scarf down the wrap within about 10 minutes and turn to the iced cappuccino that is sitting on the table calling my name. My hand grasps around the curvature of the cup and the cool drink cools my warm hand as I hold it. I take a long sip of the drink and then I set it down. I take a plain napkin and lay it out in front of me before I place the sour cream glazed donut onto it and I leave it there for now.

"Are you done?" The officer asks softly, probably done with watching me devour the food like a raveging wild beast. "Can we continue on with the interrogation?" He asks again, his arms out and resting gently on the surface of the table. "Or do you need more time?"

"No, I am all good to go." I reply to him and shake my head carefully, "ask your questions and I will try to answer them to the best of my ability." I force myself to smile at the man, his expression remains unamused by my actions and I can tell that he does not wish to be here any more than I do.

"Alright." The man picks up his folder of documents and then he shuffles them around a bit. He then pulls out a few sheets of paper and lays them out in front of me, except this time, they appear to be images of texts and not images of people and items like the last ones were. "Do any of these look familiar to you?" He asks, his voice low and somewhat calming.

"Uhm..." I lean forwards to look over the pages, but they are too far to actually read them clearly. I shake my head and then look at him with a curious look. "No... should I?"

"I would think yes," he replies as he gathers the papers back up again and shuffles them neatly into one pile. "Considering they are text messages between you and your partner Time." He looks directly at me, probably waiting for a shocked reaction of sorts. "Would you like me to read them to help refresh your memory of their contents?"

"I don't know how this is relevant to whatever you have me in here for, but sure, if reading through our lovey dovey text messages will bring pride to your lonely life, then go ahead." I comment and lean back in my seat. The chain restraining me to the table clangs and sings as I move my hands back towards me.

The officer simply smiles at my comments and holds the papers dramatically higher than a normal person would and begins to read from the first page that he can see.

"Friday, at eleven forty in the morning, Charlie Time wrote to you: hi there! I was thinking, maybe we can go out and get some ice cream some time? Your profile says you like ice cream and so do I!" He stops reading and looks at me.

"I did not realize that eating ice cream is now illegal." I comment with a sarcastic tone and I watch him roll his eyes before turning back to the page to read some more.

"Friday, at noon, you write back: sorry Charlie! I would love to, but my dog sitter Miss Crimson called in sick and so I would need to find someone else to watch my dog while I am out if I were to join you. Maybe another time for sure!" He looks at me with a judging expression, "except you don't have a dog, do you?"

"I do not have a dog anymore, I had to put him down on Saturday, you can read about that if you looked down further in chat history." I respond with a slightly angered tone.

"Oh..." he looks down the page a bit more and then nods slowly. "Ah, I see here, my mistake. I apologize for your loss." He comments with a sympathetic tone. I scorff at him and I roll my eyes. "But there is more... texts on different people. Tell me, why do you have a screenshot of a Kendell Walls in your messages to Charlie Time? Hmm? Is there some significance to these people that you and Charlie seem to be texting back and forth?"

I shrug at his comments. "How should I know? If I can't remember what happened a day or so ago, how should I know what these texts mean that were sent even farther back?" I grumble lowly, my eyes staring deeply into his.

"Well, you see, these people that you are sending back and forth, my team and I can't seem to figure out your motive. So, we just wanted to know why you are sharing profiles of people to Charlie and looking at ones that Charlie sends you." He speaks with a calm mannered tone as he sets the papers down onto the table again.

"Well," I begin, not taking my gaze off of the man. "I suppose they are there because we were making fun of the people and their profiles. It is a thing people do and it is definitely not illegal to do that either. It is not nice, but it is also not against the law to do so." I reply with a calm tone, mimicking his tone.

"I suppose that is true." The man speaks again. "Then how do you explain this?" He places a paper down in front of me, it appears to be a flowchart of sorts that has some of the profiles from the text history in it next to images of what looks like burnt offerings.

"Someone needs to get a better method of organizing their scrapbook?" I comment lightly, trying to joke with the officer, but he does not look too happy about it. He probably does not understand it, I wouldn't blame him if he doesn't, I have a bad sense of humour on a good day.

"No, these are some of the profiles that you were sharing with your partner in your text messages and they were also murdered on the night you and Charlie were together. We do not think that this is a coincidence." He speaks, "now I know you said you don't remember, but please at least try, where were you tuesday night at about eleven in the evening?" He asks in a soft tone, but I sigh in response.

"I don't recall. Tuesday was all a blur to me. Trust me, if I knew what had happened, I would have told you by now. You've got to believe me." I attempt to reply in a tone that makes my comment seem genuine, I hope he buys it. The officer sighs and looks down. His hands ball up into fists and then he bangs them onto the table which startles me and makes me jump.

"Fine. Then at least tell me this, you have to at least know this much..." he begins with a low growl and an exhale of air. "Why did you and Charlie meet up on Tuesday night? What was so special about Tuesday? Why not be a normal thing and meet friday night like normal people." He speaks in a breathy voice and looks up at me, his eyes make me feel like they are piercing directly into my soul.

"Charlie invited me to a party and so I thought I would go. Why it was on a Tuesday and not on the normal Friday night like your normal people do. It was a party, I do not know for what exactly though, Charlie never really told me why. I remember having drinks and then I woke up Wednesday morning with a headache and then you all show up and bam! Suddenly I'm the bad guy or something?" I reply with a calm tone, even though I want to scream and shout.

"You are not the bad guy." He speaks but I cut him off.

"I feel like the bad guy. At least that is what you are making me feel like I am. If you do not remember or was never informed about, but I was shot. Charlie Shot Me! So, why would I help someone that was only going to get rid of me in the end? That would be super stupid on my part." I comment, raising my voice a little to show that I am annoyed.

The officer does not speak, instead he remains silent for some time.

"I'm sorry about that. We just need to make sure that every box is checked and double checked. I'm sure you know all about this, since you are a detective after all." He finally speaks, but his gaze is focused on his hands as he pokes his fingers together. "I will have to discuss some things with my higher ups, but I'm sure that you will be free to go in less than an hour." He then gathers his belongings and stands from his seat. "I am sorry for any inconveniences that you may have faced today. I hope you have a great rest of your week." He then walks towards the door before leaving me alone in the room once more.

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