Okay the masses have spoken! Y'all want more...and I, being the nice person that I am, have decided to write the second chapter in less than 24 hours-just for you!
Just as an FYI, for this story, there's going to be a lot of references to the 6 KK books...so not only is it entertaining, suspenseful and mysterious, you also get a reminder of things that have happened (which is awesome since the 7th book is waaaay too far away)!
I won't keep y'all any longer! Here's chapter 2 :)
Chapter 2: Terry Maybeck I-1st Interrogation
"Okay wise guy. Let's talk." Agent Stanford announced as he walked back into the interrogation room. This time only one person was there: Terry Maybeck.
According to the police that brought him in, he's a handful who won't shut up. His record's clean, but his grades aren't so great. He lives with his aunt who owns a pottery shop. So a rebellious artsy kind of guy, Jake thought. This should be interesting.
"So tell me, Terry—may I call you Terry?"
"Call me whatever you want. I don't care." Terry crossed his arms.
"Okay, Terry it is then. So Terry, when was the last time you saw Greg?"
"Four days ago."
"And what would you say was your encounter like?"
"He walked into my aunt's shop."
"Did you talk to him?"
"DONNIE! There's a boy out here wanting to talk to you!" Jelly yelled from the store. Terry stood up from his breakfast of Captain Crunch cereal and walked over to her.
He froze when he saw Greg Luowski talking to his aunt. His eyes were just as green as the last time he saw him on the cruise. Terry walked over to Greg and pushed him up against the nearest wall.
"What are you doing here?"
"Man, I just came to talk!"
"You have no business coming in here! You better leave before I punch your face in!"
"DONNIE!" His aunt yelled, but Terry didn't listen.
"Whoa bro. I just want to talk."
Terry pushed him harder. "Well I'd start talking if I were you."
Greg rolled his eyes. "Somewhere privately, if you don't mind."
Terry and Greg had a staring contest, neither of them wanting to back down. Terry took one glance back at his aunt and took a deep breath.
"Fine." He let go of Greg, who hurried back to the back room.
"If you hear anything, call the cops." Terry whispered to his aunt before walking back to meet Greg.
"I see this place hasn't changed much." Greg said in a reminiscing voice as soon as Terry came into the backroom. He noticed his breakfast was still waiting for him on the table and his stomach growled.
"Why are you here Greg?"
"Simple. I wanted to see how my old pal's doing. It's been way too long, Maybeck."
Something about his smile sent chills running up Terry's spine.
"Oh yeah. Been missing you man. Let me tell ya." Terry took a few steps toward Greg. He figured taking the offense would be better in this situation than to wait for Greg to attack. "Not having to fight you is about as bad as not breathing. I've missed that ugly green fairy messing with me. You know, the good old days."
"She may be gone, Maybeck, but I'm still here."
"Is that supposed to scare me?" Terry took another step closer. He was ready to strike at a moment's notice.
"I would be scared if I were you. Your aunt probably can't handle another taser, now can she?"
Greg put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a taser and Terry's eyes went wide.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"You see, Maybeck," Greg took a step forward, causing Terry to step back—unless he wanted to be zapped. Unfortunately for Greg, getting zapped by a taser was not on his to-do list today and Terry had no intention of adding it. "I didn't get the pleasure of using this taser last time I was here. That little rat beat me to it. Now, I get the satisfaction of finishing what I started."
"Whoa dude," Terry took another step back with every step Greg took forward. "That was, what…four years ago? Dude, you hold a serious grudge!"
"You think you're so funny don't you?"
"I don't think so…I know I am."
"Really now? Let's see how funny you are when I use this!" Greg lunged forward, taser in hand, but Terry was faster. He grabbed his hand and twisted it backwards, causing the taser to fall.
Terry pulled Greg's arm around his back and pushed his face up against the wall.
"I'd leave here right now and never come back. If you come back here, you're a dead man. You here me?"
"Yeah, yeah. Of course!"
Terry held him there for a few seconds before letting go.
Greg reached for his taser, but Terry stepped on his hand. "That's mine now."
Greg scrambled up and ran out of the backdoor.
"Yeah, you could say we talked."
"Hmm…interesting." Agent Stanford leaned back in his chair.
"Can I go now? This is boring." Maybeck leaned back in his chair, mocking the agent.
"You can go when I get some actual information from you."
"I'm an open book. Ask me whatever you want." Something about Terry's wily grin made Agent Stanford think he had something to hide.
"Alright. How long did you know Greg?"
"We met back in ninth grade."
"And how did you meet?"
"He's the local bully of Orlando. Everybody had their run in with him eventually."
"Did he bully you?"
"Heck no!" Except he didn't say heck.
"Then what do you mean by your previous statement?"
"Everybody knows who he is. He and I became personally acquainted with each other back in ninth grade."
"What do you mean by personally acquainted?"
"He came by to my aunt's shop."
Agent Stanford nodded and studied Terry Maybeck. He looked like he knew more than he was letting on—but so did all of suspects.
Agent Stanford tapped his earpiece with his finger, signaling his partner for any questions she might have. He took a sip of coffee while he waited.
He heard some static before she began to speak.
"Ask him if he had ever fought with Greg."
"So Terry, tell me…did you and Greg ever fight?"
Terry shrugged. "Once or twice."
Agent McAlister continued. "What were they fighting over?"
"What were the fights about?"
Terry shrugged again. "He threatened me and my friends."
"What kind of threats?" Agent Stanford asked him.
"The usual ones, I guess. He said if I didn't back off they would hurt me and my friends."
They? Jake wondered. Who is he referring to?
Agent Stanford heard some shuffling of papers through the earpiece. He figured his partner was flipping through the same file he had in front of him.
"Ask him if his aunt was ever threatened," Agent McAlister said through the earpiece, the excitement in her voice made him wonder what she had found.
"You mentioned your friends…what about your aunt?" He asked Terry.
Terry immediately went from being laid-back to full-on defensive.
"You can't bring my aunt into this! She has nothing to do with this!"
"She does, Jake." Agent McAlister said. "Don't listen to him."
"Yeah she does, Terry." Agent Stanford leaned forward. "Tell me why there's a connection between your aunt and Greg in our files."
"There isn't one."
"But my partner begs to differ."
"Your partner's grasping at straws. My aunt has nothing to do with that idiot Luowski." Terry crossed his arms, probably so that he didn't attack—an action Agent Stanford was grateful for.
"Look at page eight of his file, Jake." Agent McAlister voiced through the earpiece.
Agent Stanford flipped to page eight and read a police report from four years ago.
"It says here, Terry, that your aunt was sent to the hospital when two kids ran into her shop with tasers. Only one taser was fired and it hit your aunt."
"That has nothing to do with Greg."
"Does it now?" Agent Stanford turned the file around and shoved it toward Terry. "It says here that you reported Greg as one of those two boys."
Terry stared down at the file and mumbled something incoherent.
"Want to explain this?"
Terry looked up at Agent Stanford with a fire in his eyes that wasn't there before. He was obviously still mad about the incident. A possible motive for murder?
"There's nothing to explain." Terry muttered under his breath.
"Alright, I think we're done here." Agent Stanford got up, walked out of the room and threw up two fingers—his signal to Agent McAlister to meet him at his desk in two minutes.
"What do you think about Terry Maybeck?" She asked as she read the file of the next suspect.
"I think he's got motive."
She looked up from the file and eyed him suspiciously. "Do you think he's the murderer?"
"I don't know. There's something fishy going on with that kid."
"I think there's something fishy with all murderers, if you ask me."
"It says here in his file that his aunt was zapped by a taser four years ago and that Greg was one of the two boys who were in on it." Jake looked up at Alyssa. "Why would two young boys attack his aunt? He said him and his friends were constantly threatened back by them. What does that mean?"
"Maybe they were being bullied?"
Jake shook his head. "No, it seems more intense than that."
"Bullying can be intense these days Jake."
Jake wasn't convinced. Alyssa went back to reading her file.
After a few minutes of silence, a police officer came up to them.
"Agent McAlister, the next suspect is in interrogation room A when you're ready."
"Thank you officer. I'll be there in a minute."
The officer nodded and walked away.
"Here's her file Jake. It's quite the interesting one." Alyssa handed the girl's file to Jake. "If you have any questions you want me to ask, you know how to reach me." She winked at him and left.
He put the girl's file down and continued to look at Terry Maybeck's files for clues. He couldn't help but feel that there was something off about him. Jake couldn't shake the feeling that there was some bigger power at play here—and it wasn't bullying. To Jake, Greg seemed like a puppet to some kind of bigger group.
"JAKE! Let's go!" Alyssa yelled from across the station.
Jake jumped up, grabbed the girl's file and headed off toward interrogation room B. He decided to push the conspiracy theories aside for now. They had so much work to do—and it was only four in the morning.
Alrighty! There's chapter 2! Please review! I love reading them! I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can!
