Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

Cali stared at the gray cinder block wall in front of her. The cool steel of the handcuff bit into her wrists as she pulled against them, a metal hoop shackled her hands to the surface of a metal table. There was no color, no warmth. Just four gray walls, a black door, and a two way mirror. 

This wasn't her first rodeo with the police. She had been in and out of the precinct for the last four years of her like, but this time was different. She wasn't going to be able to get out of it this time. 

"Fuck" she mumbled to herself as she let her head drop onto the table top. 

This wasn't how she had planned spending her evening, or the rest of her life. It was supposed to be an easy job, get in, sell the product, and get out, but one wrong turn and everything went to hell. 

"Calina Santos. Didn't we agree that you were going to stay out of trouble"

She didn't even need to raise her head to recognize the detective "You told me to stay out of trouble Coop. I didn't agree to shit. 'Sides I would miss our sagacious conversations"

"A boy is dead Calina!" Detective Cooper's hands slam down on the table top with such force that Cali felt it in her bones. 

Sitting up and back in her chair, Cali looked up at the detective. Her tongue unconsciously traced the cut in her lip. The images of the night playing through her mind. 

"The bastard got what he deserved," there was no emotion in Cali's voice, her words as empty and cold as the interrogation room they say in. 

"Is that a confession?"

Cali let out a forced laugh "You tell me Coop. You're the detective. I gotta do your job for ya?"

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Detective Cooper sat in the chair. His salt and pepper hair was unkempt, no doubt from the nervous habit he had of running his hand through his hair. The bags under his eyes were darker than usual. He had probably spent the last twenty-four hours at the crime scene collecting evidence, evidence that would prove she was guilty even though she wasn't. 

"Selling some pot and molly at parties is one thing, but this is murder. The evidence is against you, Calina. You were seen arguing with the victim. You were found with the body, covered in his blood and holding the murder weapon. I can't help you, if you don't help me."

Closing her eyes, Cali took a deep breath. She couldn't tell him what actually happened. She might not be a murderer, but she was far from innocent. If she told the truth someone who really was innocent would be sitting in this chair.

"There is no helping me, Coop."