Authors Notes: Peyton is no longer the narrator of the story, because I find writing from her perspective quite tedious and I'm sorry I couldn't update last week, I'm in the middle of writing exams and I didn't have the time, but it's here so please enjoy and please leave me some lovely reviews.
Disclaimer: I do not own death not or any of the characters, BUT hands off the oc I created her, she's MINE!
This chapter takes place a year later.
Chapter 3
"I didn't do nothin'."
"Henrico, we both know that's not true." Sinclair stated, calm and indifferent, currently in the middle of interrogating Henrico Gomez, a suspect of multiple rapes and murders, but so far he wouldn't confess to anything and her patience was wearing thin.
"Look I didn't do anything!" Henrico was a nervous wreck, he hadn't looked the lady detective in the eye since the interrogation started, he changed his story every time he was asked about any of the rapes and murders, his leg was bouncing off the floor and his hands were underneath the desk.
What a goof. Was all Sinclair could think, she had enough evidence to pin him for raping nine girls between the ages of ten and fourteen and for killing six of them. All she needed was a confession.
"Henrico, just admit it was you. I have enough evidence to sentence you to death."
"Fu-ck you." he said every word slowly, hoping the detective would be caught off guard, of course she wasn't.
Sinclair sighed heavily and turned her gaze to the one-way mirror, "Then I'm afraid you've left me no choice." A split second later two men; both fairly built, burst into the room.
The first, with dark brown hair and stubble, flipped the table over where Henrico and Sinclair were seated at, it hit the wall with a load bang. Then the second, who was bald, punched the suspect square in the nose, who fell to the floor, whimpering through a bloody nose.
The two men then proceeded to tie Gomez to a chair and take turns beating him, all the while Sinclair standing in the background, serenely sucking on a watermelon flavored lollipop.
After a few minutes, Sinclair orders the two men to stop and step aside. Gomez is quietly weeping, beaten bloody and senseless. The young lady detective walks over to him, bending down to face him and then says again, "Henrico Gomez, did you or did you not force yourself onto nine girls, slaughtering more than half of them?"
At first Gomez is silent and doesn't even look at Sinclair, but then nods his head, slowly and unsure.
"Yes?" Sinclair queried.
Gomez nods his head for a second time.
"Yes you did or yes you didn't" Sinclair could be ruthless at times, and it would seem now was one of those times.
"I…I did it." Gomez said in a low monotonous barely audible voice.
"What did you do, Enrico Gomez?" she was milking it, but with reason. That reason may or may not be good, but reason nonetheless.
"I fucking raped and killed all those bitches! Okay? I fucked every single one of those girls and I loved it! But you know what was better? Cutting them up and watching them bleed. So kill me if you want! I'll die a happy man." He finished off with a smirk, the two men who were now standing behind Sinclair were dumbstruck at his confession.
"Hmm…" was all the detective could manage at first, but quickly regained her words, she said, looking straight into Gomez's eyes, "You don't deserve death." then Sinclair stood and made her way out the door.
"Wait what?" Gomez yelled after her "Come back here you, FUCKING BITCH!" whether he truly meant it when he said he would happily take the death penalty, didn't matter to Sinclair, it wasn't her style and it definitely was not justice. No one not even the scum on this planet deserved to die before his or her time.
The accomplished detective stood and watched through the one-way glass, as the two men handcuffed the guilty suspect.
"He's a sick bastard, you know." Andrew Thomas, who worked under Sinclair on this case, said from beside her.
"Just doing my job." She replied indifferent. Andrew had seen the entire scene unfold and he was impressed, his infatuation with the young detective had definitely been with good reason.
"You did good." He praised. Sinclair was not oblivious to Andrew's 'little crush', it was quite obvious really, but this saddened her. Andrew was good and young and handsome and completely not her type.
"Thank you." That was all she could say, then after a few seconds added, "What is it Andrew?"
"What?" the word came out spluttered and clumsy, much like how a child would say when his or her mother found them doing something they weren't suppose to be doing.
"Something's bothering you." The young lady had definitely noticed how the young man beside her had been ringing his hands over and over again, something, she had learned, he did when he was nervous.
"Err…it's nothing really." He stated, but she was not convinced.
"Andrew…" she sighed.
"Could-I-take-you-out-to-dinner-tonight?" his words came out rushed and strangely high pitched.
"I'm sorry I didn't catch that?" she actually had caught it, every single hurried word, but she hoped that if she acted like she hadn't heard him, he would just drop it.
"I would love to take you to dinner, tonight." He said slowly, not sure how the girl would react.
"It's not possible, I…" she didn't have a reason, besides that she could never think of him in a romantic way, "…I…I'm sorry." She wished she didn't have to do this, but she could never endanger somebody else's life for nothing more then selfish emotional and sometimes physical gratification.
"Oh," Andrew was disappointed, but he had prepared himself, he knew it was a long shot, even his best friend Ted had said she was out of his league, "That's okay."
"Andrew you're terrific, but my profession doesn't exactly allow…'relationships'." Sinclair added trying to make the young man feel better.
"No it's fine, I understand."
"Good"
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Chapter 4 preview: Sinclair/Peyton hears about Kira over the news and knows L will take this case. What will she do?
