"Masuda Kata, you are under arrest for the abduction and endangerment of children, as well as the abductions and murders of Ono Akemi, Peter Gates, James Hammond and at least ten others. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in court. You have the right to an attorney, if you can not afford one, one will be provided for you," I listed off her rights as I clamped silver bracelets on her wrists, the woman staying perfectly still and being perfectly compliant.

I ducked her head under the roof of the police cruiser, and before I shut the door, she looked up at me.

"You're wrong you know. I'm innocent."

"Honey, I'm never wrong."

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"Ok wait," Chiharu started, "that's the Father Killer?"

We stood side by side in front of the one way mirror, watching Masuda fidget with Daichi on the other side of me.

"That's her."

"But she's a woman! You almost never have female unsubs, and especially not with that much overkill!" Chiharu exclaimed, making me look at her.

"Did you look through my case notes again?"

"Case notes, what do you- ha! What do you mean? I don't know about any... case..." she trailed off as I raised my eyebrow. "What a nice plant, is this a new plant?"

"No Chiharu, it's been there for years. You picked it out."

"Did I? How lovely of me." She stated, playing with the large green leaves.

"Ok, an obviously deflecting Chiharu aside, really, how'd you know it was a woman?" Daichi asked, making me look away from Chiharu and towards the glass again.

"Because of the motive. Very few men, especially psychotic men would be swept up in anger towards an indirect family member to murder people. Remember when you told me that story about that girl, Shimizu Yoshie? Well, something similar happened to Masuda Kata, this woman's alias. She only used the names of little girls with similar stories, and you traced it all the way back to Angelina Smith. This woman, who's real name is Sandra Hreak, was Angelina's vengeful aunt." I paused for a moment. "Wait why did you ask, you found her for me."

"Because I thought you were gonna question her, not arrest her! Besides, you never tell me why I need to find certain people, I feel very left out."

"Hey, the only reason Chiharu knows is because she goes through my case notes," I reminded him.

"Such a beautiful plant!"

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"I'm telling you, I'm innocent. I'll sue, this is harassment." Masuda ranted, staring me down as I sat on the table in front of her.

I shrugged, putting my leg up on the chair I was supposed to be sitting in.

"I haven't harassed you. The officers that drove us here and sat you in that chair adhered to protocol perfectly. Besides, I have a sizable amount of evidence against you, why wouldn't I bring you in?"

"Why am I here?" She asked, completely disregarding my question while annunciating every word. "I didn't do anything."

"You must have done something. Otherwise you wouldn't be here. But I don't want to talk about you yet, I want to talk about Brant Smith. Do you recognize the name?" I asked, opening the Manila file folder in my hands to reveal Brant's face staring back at me. I took the picture out, sliding it over to the woman in front of me.

"I've never seen that man before in my life." She sounded smug, like she was so sure she was right.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"You're positive?"

"Yes!"

"You're absolutely sure Sandra?"

"God, yes! Ok! I'm sure!"

"So you're name is Sandra, good to know."

"Wait, but I never said—"

"Oh but you did. You responded when I called you Sandra instead of correcting me, which means you are Sandra correct? Amazing, alright so let's talk about your sister's husband." I said, taking back the picture and looking at Sandra.

"I don't want to talk about that fucking bastard." She gave up on insisting her was Sandra, accepting that I knew. Her words dripped with malice, her jaw set in place and eyes glaring at the table.

Interesting. Visible rage already?

"Why not? Because he stuck your sister in prison and killed your niece?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's why. That's why I loved to Japan, to get away from him." She explained, her fists clenching as she subtly pulled on her handcuffs.

"You mean you moved to Japan to escape authorities after killing Brant?"

"I did no such thing!"

"Oh Sandra. Didn't you?" I then pulled out pictures of Brant's body, bloody and broken.

There was a significant amount of overkill on his body, more so than the other victims, but the fatal blow was the same.

A stab to the throat.

I saw her stare at the picture, watching it as she fought a small smile.

"He deserved it." She stated simply after looking back up and clearing her throat.

"Oh no doubt, I agree with you there, but did Ono Akemi? What about Mr. Gates? Mr. Hammond?"

"I don't know who these people are."

"I think you do Sandra."

"That's not my name," she insisted, panicking.

Girl, I know your name, stop trying.

"I mean after all, they were unfit fathers weren't they? Maybe they did deserve to be exterminated. Plucked from society." I scrutinized her face as she looked down, jaw set in a clench.

"Those poor children. Those poor mothers. They suffered for so long with such a horrible husband that silenced them when they asked for help. It's awful isn't it?"

"It is." She spat out the words like seeds.

"It's awful that your sister had to go through that isn't it?"

"Yes it is."

"You tried to help, but no one would listen would they?"

"They wouldn't listen."

"And when Brant killed Angelina that night, you knew it was no accident, he did it, that bastard."

"No one listened!" She yelled, hitting the table with her hand.

"That's right, no one listened when you told the story, so what did you do? What did you do Sandra?!"

"I killed him! I stabbed him! He deserved it!"

"That's right, he deserved it!"

"Yeah!" She was breathed heavily at this point as I sat, taking a few deep breaths as I watched her calm down. Usually they don't crack that easily.

"Thank you for your confession Sandra." I said simply, getting up from the table and grabbing the file folder.

"Wait I-"

"You what?" I asked, turning towards her. "You confessed? Congratulations. You're guilty."

She sat there staring at me as I threw her a sad smile. I opened the door, walking out and closing it behind me.

Chiharu and Daichi stared at me with wide mouths and eyes.

I sighed, fixing the button on my suit jacket.

"So," I asked, looking up, "where are we eating lunch?"

Someone I know irl told me that I "look like a cartoon character" because I'm so expressive. I think it's the best compliment I've ever received I-

Fun Fact: All of 1-A went to therapy after graduation because of what they went through, and Shoto, Bakugo and Midoriya still go.

I researched the Japanese Miranda Warming (you have the right to remain silent etc.) for a solid fifteen minutes before coming to the conclusion they had the same Miranda Rights as America does 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

Reminder: You should never feel alone. Ever. Because someone somewhere cares for you, I guarantee it. Your parents, siblings, teachers, friends. If no one else, then know that I care for you, ok? You're always gonna have someone, I promise. I love you all💞💞

Over and out.