this is the 5th and final story in the series as always it touches on some scenarios that some people may find upsetting, reading the other 4 stories is a must to understand what has gone on, take note of who is telling their version of the story on each new chapter. (p.s. please bear in mind im english and never been to america, so if i have cocked up with certain, times, places etc please forgive me, i do try and do my research as best i can before i type anything)

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Sheridens story

my heart was beating ten to the dozen as I was placed in the back of the police car.

My head was whirring with thoughts that just couldn't process them selves.

"what's going to happen?" I asked the officer that was sat in the front passenger seat

"you will be taken in to custody then questioned" was all he replied. His tone sounded harsh like he had already made his mind up that I was guilty of the murder.

I looked out the window to see Carlos, paisley and Logan stood just on the inside of my front door entrance.

Carlos was on his phone pacing up and down. Logan just stared at me while paisley was crying.

The cop that was wearing a suit and dull looking tie then walked off to his un marked car. I guessed he was the LAPD detective.

I vaguely wondered if this was all some dumb set up, and I was about to get punked or something... Surely this was a bad dream.

The car I was in started up, I gave one last look towards my home and saw Logan mouth "it will be ok princess" to me. my tears started rolling as the car set in motion.

Once in the police station I was put in a small room where a short fat woman took my details.

"what is your full name?" She asked

"Sheriden Amy Lloy...Maslow. Its Sheriden Amy Maslow" I corrected myself.

"date of birth?" She said

"28th of June 1982" I replied

"Address" she asked, her voice dead pan

"surely you must know my fucking address, its where I've just been man handled and brought in here you stupid bitch" I said slamming my hand down on the desk in front of me.

"Mrs Maslow if you are going to carry on like that you will be placed in a cell" the fat bitch said.

I burst in to tears again but answered her dumb ass questions as I cried.

"Place of birth?" She carried on

"hackney, London England" I replied.

She looked up at me like I was an alien.

"do you know your green card number Or have it on you?" She said in her monotone voice.

I looked at her like she was dumb " I don't have a green card I'm a US citizen and have been for 2 years. I'm also married to a US citizen... fucks sake" I said under my breath.

"Mrs Maslow I have warned you, please refrain from cussing in front of me, I will not tolerate it" she hissed back at me.

I glared at her.

"we will need to see the citizenship papers and take a copy of them. Are they at your permanent address?" She asked.

"yes... When, is my lawyer going to be here so I can sort this out and get home" I said.

She smiled at me "thank you Mrs Maslow. That should be all I need for now. You can wait in here until the homicide detective is ready to interview you." She got up out of her seat and walked towards the door.
"can I get you a drink or anything?" She asked

"just get my lawyer here" I replied through gritted teeth.

She smiled again at me and left.

I was left in that room sat in the un comfiest fucking chair ever for about half an hour. The door swung open and my lawyer Gregory Sands breezed in.

"Sheriden! How are you doing?" He enquired.

"how do you think I'm fucking doing Greg, they are accusing me of murder" I said.

"have they actually said that?" Greg asked.

"no they said in connection with it but it all boils down to the same fucking thing Greg... " I shouted.

"The detective will be in in a few moments to interview you Sheriden, I would recommend to say no comment until we know exactly what we are dealing with here" Greg said in his forced posh accent, he was originally from Mississippi but he hid his accent well to fit in with his well paid rich Californian clients.

"what do you mean say no comment? I didn't have fuck all to do with Marcus croft being done over that night Greg. I just want to tell the truth and go home!" I spat.

"Sheriden you won't be going home tonite, they must have some reason to think that you are involved with it. So let's just say no comment for now" he said with a patronising smile.

I started to cry again.

The detective with the disgusting tie walked in to the small room

"good evening Sheriden" he said with a big booming voice.

I just looked at him with big teary blue eyes. I must look a complete mess.

"I am the homicide detective, Edward O'brien for the LAPD. I'm going to ask you a few questions which will be recorded do you understand?" He bellowed in his big voice.

I nodded

"for the purposes of the tape you will be required to say yes or no, okay?" he said then turned the tape on.

"interrogation of Sheriden Maslow on,the 2nd September 2012 regarding the murder of Marcus Croft. The time is 10.17 pm" the officer said for the tape.

"Sheriden are you aware that Marcus croft was murdered on the 26th August this year?"

"yes of course I am" I replied through a fresh batch if tears.

Edward O'brien passed a box of tissues towards me.

"do you remember how you became aware of this fact?" He asked.

"I was staying in the same hotel the time it happened, the place was buzzing with police the next day. But I officially heard the death on the news on TV when I had gone back home" I replied.

"Sheriden what was your relationship with Mr croft?"

I looked at Greg, he shook his head to say don't answer but I ignored him.

"I am his boss. Marcus was one of my media models for my modelling agency... which I own" I replied.

The detective wrote notes down as I spoke, I found it off putting
"so you instructed Marcus croft to be at the Fairview hotel that evening?"

"I wouldn't say instructed, but he was invited on my request yes..., that is the purpose of my job detective"i said sarcastically.

"you said that Marcus was a media model, can you tell me what that involves?"

"mostly advertising products in magazines and newspapers, clothing, perfumes.. That kind of thing" I replied.

"so why did you invite Marcus to the Fairview hotel which was holding an event exclusive for runway models only?" The detective asked.

"I had just signed him up for runway a few weeks before" I replied. "I had faxed the contract through to him, I have seen a signed copy of it... It will be at my agency" I replied.

"Sheriden we currently have CSI gaining evidence at yours and your husbands place of work and your permanent address in bel air so I'm sure we will find it if it exists"

My heart sank thinking of James watching as police rummage through our home trying to find things. I wish he was here with me now.

"how well did you know Marcus?"

"Not very, I have a lot of models on my books and I have a lot of agency staff that deal with the day to day runnings of the place so it isn't often me that deals with any of them personally... unless one strikes me that they stand out" I replied honestly thinking of savannah.

"did you think that Marcus croft stood out from the crowd?"

"not really no" I answered.

The door opened to the room and another police officer handed detective O'brien some papers. He glanced at them, I couldn't see what they said but some one had run a highlighter marker over some of the printed text.

"how long was Marcus with your company Sheriden, any idea?"

"maybe 3 years... I'm not sure exactly" I replied.

"Sheriden you said you faxed a contract to Marcus to do runway modelling. Do you remember when you did this?"

"about a month ago... Maybe longer" I replied.

"do you remember the date you did it?" He asked me.

"no" I replied.

"you don't have any recollection of when you faxed a contract for him?"

"no... Sorry"

"okay well let me enlighten you, the date was the 16th July 2012"

"okay" I replied.

"your recently married aren't you Sheriden? When did you get married?"

"16th July 2012" I said noticing Greg shaking his head again.

"it seems odd to me that someone would be working on something for someone they don't find that interesting on their wedding day Sheriden. Why were you filling out contracts for Marcus just a few hours before you walked down the isle?"

I stuttered "um... I.. I was nervous, naturally, getting married is a big deal, I was occupying my mind with my work to ease my nerves... I also booked a holiday to Peru at 3 o'clock in the morning... I was just nervous" I tried to blag it, but as kendall would say I felt they had me by the balls now.

"okay... Did you get along with Marcus, any arguments over anything?"

"no, I haven't spoken to him directly since he was first placed on my books" I replied.

"do you feel you were avoiding him, surely you must of taken some interest in him?"

"I wasnt avoiding him, I am an extremely busy person. I didn't even see him at the hotel the night he died"

"witnesses of that night say that you didn't make an appearance to the function that was being held. What were you doing that you missed it Sheriden?"

"I was in my own room, I didn't leave it at all" I replied honestly

"was your husband with you Sheriden?"

"no James stayed at home, he had work commitments to deal with" I replied.

"so you travelled the fairly short distance from bel air to hollywood to spend the night in the Fairview hotel to just spend the entire evening sat in your room?"

"that wasn't what I was intending to do, I wasnt even going to stay the night because it was so close to home, I only had the room in order to have a base in which to change and relax in. I ended up ill. I phoned James and told him I was feeling ill and said I was going to sleep it off and be back in the morning" I replied feeling flustered now.

"did you use your mobile phone for that call, or the hotel one?"

"my mobile" I clarified.

"how much roughly did Marcus get paid for his bookings as a media model Sheriden?"

"I have no idea... That would be between him and the person or company that booked him in for the job" I replied

"for the purposes of the tape I am about to show Sheriden evidence number 673 G" the detective said then slid a piece of paper over to me.

"Sheriden that is a copy of transactions from you to Marcus' personal bank account, it clearly states that since march 2009 you have been putting an increasing amount of money in there each month, the grand total that you have sent is..." He looked at his notes in front of him "... one hundred and fifteen thousand dollars. Why were you paying Marcus all this money?"

"I don't know... I... He threatened me, that's how he got the modelling contract in the first place" I blurted out now giving them a ridiculous motive for me wanting him dead.

"how did he threaten you?"

I was now stuck between a rock and a hard place but there was no way I was mentioning that bastard CCTV tape. "...he... He had some personal pictures of me that I didn't want made public, he came to see me at my office in 2009 to say I had to put him on my books or he would go to the papers with the pictures" I lied.

"so you had had a disagreement with Mr croft?"

"it wasnt really a disagreement, I just did it. I get a lot of people like that approach me nearly on a weekly basis. look through my bank statements and you will see that odd amounts of money get sent to all sorts of people all the fucking time... It doesn't mean I wanted him dead! sending money to people is not a crime detective" I shouted.

"no Sheriden its not, but you must agree that from where I am sat it looks odd, you paid Mr croft a lot of money each month, on your wedding day you faxed a contract to your office for him to sign so he could attend the event at the Fairview hotel as a fully fledged runway model even though you state he didn't strike you as that interesting. You then attended the event but did not show up, stating you stayed in your room the entire time. did you speak to or see anyone apart from your husband, that can vouch as a witness for you? At 11pm on the night Marcus croft died" He said.

I thought hard, deciding which was the best route to go down to spare the feelings and lives of people. I lied to protect them but in the same time set my self up for being accused of the murder. "no" I replied.

"okay Sheriden I believe you are withholding important information that could help in the murder of Marcus croft, I am there for arresting you with involvement in to his death, you will not be granted bail because of this and will be retained in custody until a court hearing will proceed" he said

"what... You can't do this... I didn't fucking do it... I did fuck all to him" I shouted as police officers entered and took me from the room kicking and screaming.

I was placed in a van and driven to the custodial wing of Central California Womens Facilty in Chowchilla, almost four hours away from the people I loved.