"That's total Poo!" I yelled over the music.
"Poo?" The Officer asked, yelling to be heard over the head thumping music.
"Yeah, bullshit, crap, nonsense...you understanding me now Officer?"
"Yeah, yeah I got ya, I just-" he pointed to his ears, squinting, "there a place we can talk where it's not so loud?"
I pointed to my right, signalling for him to follow. We walked down a small dark corridor, on the left there was an office where Chase was holding-let's call them interviews-and at the end there was a janitors closet. I pulled on the door once, it didn't budge, so I yanked harder a second time and it opened, reluctantly but still opened.
"A closet, ha! Miss Storm I didn't mean I wanted privacy." The Officer laughed, thinking I'd laugh too. I didn't.
"There is no way Chase murdered your deputy, the county coroner or 3 university students all Wednesday night." I told him, matter-o-factly.
I pulled a switch that pinged on a sketchy at best luminous light. Under it the sheriff looked drawn and pale, his skin an eerie yellow. Away from the bar, and away from the smells I could still smell bourbon and it seemed to intensify whenever the Officer spoke. I stepped as far back from him as I could, but seeing as there were shelves both sides and boxes under them, the distance between is wasn't as great as I'd hoped it would be.
"How can you be so sure?" He asked, distracting me from the broom handle prodding me in my backside.
"How can I be so sure he didn't kill all those people?"
"Uh-huh," he murmured not looking up from his note pad.
"Because he was in my company all night." I smiled, thinking about that night.
"Now I know ya'll are close, Moss Storm. You're not lying to cover for his...indiscretions...are you?" The Officer squinted at me, clearly disbelieving what I was saying.
"Indiscretions? The only 'indiscretions' that Chase has, is that he can't control his cock! I don't believe that makes him a murderer." I snapped.
Chase had issues when it came to sex. If he wanted it, he had to have it. It was an addiction if you will, much like heroine addicts, smokers, alcoholics. They need their vice, and chase needs his. Just his isn't something you drink or inject.
I also happened to be the release in which Chase used to subdue his...urges.
"What in gods name are you talking about?" The officer looked a bit taken aback at my statement.
Good. Serves him right for being so darn nosy.
"Chase has a sex addiction, it can't be helped. It's only like any other addiction, he goes to meetings and he has a way to deal with it." I explained.
"And you...?"
"I am the means in which he deals with it," I paused, "most of the time."
"Most the time?" The Officer raised his eye brows quizzically.
"Yes, Chase and I, we're not exclusive." Looking at my hands, I realised i had been picking at the dead skin around my finger nails. This line of questioning and revealing this sort of information to a law inform enemy officer. Especially a judgmental Christian like Officer Monté.
"Other than the deputy, all victims were female, is there any chance Chase may have been-" I cut him off, no way was he going to hypothesise that Chase was sleeping with the female victims and I was jealous so I sought out and killed them. No way.
"No!"
"Miss Storm, you can see why I've got to be asking questions like this."
"With all due respect Officer, I can understand but I don't like it and, quite frankly, I think this line of questioning is useless. So if you've anymore to say, you can get in contact with mine and Chase's lawyers." With that I tugged on the light chord, saw it blink off and I walked out the door. Leaving Officer Monté in there halfway through writing in his stupid little notepad.
Before returning to the bar I shoved open the office door. A short, fat man with a receding hairline was sitting in the chair opposite Chase's. Sweat dripping from his brow and he was shaking. Chase could be pretty scary.
"What are you doing?" Chase clearly not happy i had interrupted his fun.
"We need to talk," I put my hands on my hips, straightening my back and pushing my ample chest out, "you, out!" I pointed to the fat man, and he looked at me, eyes wide. "OUT!" I shouted. He jumped up out the chair and scurried out the room. Leaving sweat patches on the chair where he'd been sitting.
"What?" Chase snapped, standing from behind the desk looking pissed off.
Hi sandy blonde hair pulled into lazy spikes all over has started to go flat as the long night wore on. He was wearing black suit trousers and a white shirt with a black tie, but he'd missed the first button. As usual. He looked like he could be a model for Armani, easily.
"Don't you get snappy with me, I've just saved your hide out there while you've been in here playing 'Me Mafia'," it's his own dang fault that the Sheriff kept on coming around here. A few months back Chase had a fling with the Mayors eldest daughter. Now Obviously Mr Mayor didn't like this so he tried, but failed, to order Chase to stop seeing her. The mayor isn't going to want his daughter fraternising with a small time bar owner in New York with some dark sides and even darker contacts.
Now long story short, the Mayor's few closest security were severely injured and to be frank I think one is still hospitalised. There was no evidence that Chase done it, but he didn't deny nor confess to the beatings either. All they had on him was circumstantial and conjecture. He went off free, but Officer Monté still suspects Chase and wants him put behind bars.
"My hide? Can't you just say 'ass'?" His mouth cocked to the side.
"Does it matter what I say? So don't you try and make light of this, there have been 4 murders and Officer Monté is tryna pin them all on you!" I preferred it when Chase was happy and smiley instead of fuming and grumpy but he had to know.
"What did you say?" His voice was low and contemplative as he stepped around from behind the desk to rest on the front of it. One arm was folded across his chest and the other was up and his hand at his chin. He brown eyes were getting darker with every passing second. He was angry! To the max.
"Well I had to tell him that you were with me, which you were." I stepped back, placing my hands on the door handle behind me. He was either getting really angry or really horny. I couldn't tell but knew I couldn't deal with the latter at the moment.
"He...uh...accused me of covering for you," oh god I was really beginning to sweat now, I needed to get out, "I told him I wasn't but obviously, he knows how close we are so he didn't believe me..." I scratched my arm nervously as he stood straight from leaning on the desk and began moving towards me. "So I had to...uh, kinda tell him that, you...have...a...problem!" I squeaked the last word and as soon as it had left my mouth he lunged at the door, but this time I was quicker than he and I yanked the door open and shoved myself out, slamming it shut behind me listening to the full weight of him collide with the hard wood of the door.
I flinched as I heard a grunt then slide down the door.
"Chase, baby...you can come out when your a bit more calm, okay?" I said, smiling. Not that he could see. There was suddenly a bang on the door. He was still pissed, time to leave him alone. So I went back to the bar and resumed my duties of pouring drinks for people, making sure they didn't do anything stupid. I was basically an 'adult sitter' to the customers in the bar and to Chase.