She followed Gene as he strolled into the room with an almost overpowering confidence. The familiar smell of sweat, nerves and fear overflowed from the room, a smell that she was familiar with, but would never come accustom too.
The walls around her all the same dullish blue, a colour that is usually paired with calmness, but within the walls of an interrogation room seemed to withhold all the hope that had been lost and the fear that had replaced it. This, as a result, gave the room such a feeling of sadness that it was no wonder that they turned to alcohol at Luigi's after every case, after ever interrogation. They all just wanted to get away from it, even if it was just for one night. Which in their case was every night.
She looked at the only pieces of furniture within the small room; an old table and four cheap chairs, two on either side. She then focused in on the man who obtained one of the seats. His arms crossed signalling defensiveness and with this, she knew that getting information out of this man was going to be difficult. But why? If he was innocent then why be defensive? Why drop off the radar if he was innocent? Her mind spouted questions she planned to get answers too.
She moved to sit in the seat opposite Martin, who refused to make any eye contact and kept his eyes firmly on the ground, his forehead frowning as if in deep thought and she could see the light freckles of sweat over his face. He was nervous. This man was defiantly hiding something. But what?
She turned back to look at Gene who was still standing near the doorway and she could tell that he was in his element. She had been here long enough to observe that Gene was very good at pulling the truth from people who would have otherwise kept it too themselves. Although, she knew that his natural talent would be tested with this particular suspect.
After a moment of silence she turned back to face Martin and opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the man behind her.
"Lucy Saunders, just eighteen, pregnant… and dead"
"I didn't do it" Martins voice was low and quivering. He was very nervous she thought.
"Oh, but I think you did" she felt Genes presence ascending on her and she knew that he was moving closer. From behind her shoulder dropped numerous photos, all of the crime scene, all of the innocent young woman and her place of death. Looking at the photos she could see that Lucy had been a very beautiful woman with long golden hair, a small button nose and full luscious lips. "On the night of her death, 12th March 1982, witness said she heard her and a man who, surprisingly matches your description havin' a very heated argument. Explain that" with this Gene finally took up the chair beside her, his arm brushing hers as he did so creating a tingling felling pass through her entire body. That was strange, Alex frowned for a few moment before turning her attention back onto the happenings within the room. All the while aware of Gene's proxemics.
"Look, me and Lucy" he sighed "we were… um, having some marital problems. We had an argument. I stormed out" his bottom lip quivered and his eyes filled with tears "My last words to her were ones of anger… I will… I will never forgive myself"
"Yeah well I wouldn' forgive you either"
She shot a look at Gene, Martin was emotionally unstable. She knew that any of Gene's insensitive sarcastic comments could result in violent consequences.
"Guv" she lowered her voice to the quietist form of a whisper and spoke directly into his ear "This man is very emotionally unstable, your stupid comments could result in him becoming violent"
She pulled back slightly so that their faces were millimetres from one another, their noses pretty much touching. She found herself flushing at being this close to him. What is going on with me?
"Oh, I'm shakin' in my crocodile boots Bolly" his said, his voice as sarcastic as ever.
She sighed in frustration, looked at Martin who was still avoiding her gaze and asked the next question. "What was the argument about?"
"I'm sorry?" Martins eyes met hers for the first time. Theirs deepness in colour filled with such pain mingled in with fear.
"I said what did you and your wife argue about"
He looked horrified and broke eyes contact. "just… just silly things, stupid marriage things" hardly specific.
She opened her mouth to press the matter, but yet again was interrupted by the same man, only this time her sat beside her.
"Where were ya between the hours of 9pm and 12am on the night of your wife's murder"
"Look I told you we had an argument, I left to clear my head… I don't -"
Again he cut someone off, surprisingly this time it wasn't her "How cum, that from the 12th when we found ya wife's body until now the, 15th have ya been as scarce as an old mans sex drive?"
"Look" Martin sounded worried "the argument me and Lucy had it… it was a bad one, I didn't think she wanted me back so I stayed away" he sighed "when I didn't hear from her I began to get worried so, I went back to the house and that's when those other two blocks picked me up and brought me in here."
"so you left your pregnant wife at home while you wen off to spread more of your seed I take it"
With this comment Martin slammed his fist onto the table and pointed the other hand at Gene "I NEVER ONCE CHEATED ON MY WIFE. EVER!"
Gene was unfazed by his raging temper and firmly took hold of the finger that was now pointed in the face of Alex and twisted it so that Martin cried out in pain. "Don' you point that finger at her else I'll ripe your bloody hand off" his voice almost a growl.
She couldn't help but release a small smile along with another stomach flip.
Releasing his finger Gene again regained his calm and carried on as if nothing had happened. She felt it was her time to speak.
"I'm going to need for you to give us a detailed description of what you did from leaving your wife on the 12th until now. Are you going to be okay with that?"
"Even if he isn' he aint got no bloody choice"
She ignored Gene's comment and continually looked at Martin waiting for a response. Still making no eye contact he nodded his head.
Gene clapped his hands together signalling their time to go "Right Bolly, plonk can do this bit. We have an appointment with the Pathologist, then some very rubbish alcohol"
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