"Look into the camera and state your name for the record" said Detective Lancaster. Chuck scooted up and cupped his hands on the table and looked straight into the camera. The air coming down from the ventilation whistled in the room and the sounds of footsteps outside the door created a creepy orchestra of noises.

"My name is Charles Bass and I murdered Dr. Matthews and his wife Mrs. Matthews," he stated. "Why did you kill them?" asked the detective. Here was the part that Chuck was having a hard time coming up with. Chuck had lied throughout his entire life. When he was just five years old and his father was out of the city on a business trip Chuck had been playing in his father's bedroom when he discovered a jewelry box wrapped in an expensive white satin scarf placed carefully in the far back of the closet next to his father's extensive dress shoe collection. Normally, if Chuck had been in his father's bedroom when his father had been home his father would have set him on his knee and spanked him till his backside was cherry red. But his father wasn't home and the help was on their lunch break along with his nanny who didn't give a rat's ass about him…

~Flashback~

He pulled the box out and sat down Indian style and set the box down his lap. He ran his fingers along the scarf and it felt like the waves of water that came out of the fountain in the backyard. Very carefully, almost like handling a newborn Chuck pulled the scarf away from the box and laid it across his knee then ever so gently eased the box open and looked inside. Inside the box were all kinds of jewelry that ranged from diamonds to pearls.

A sudden slamming of the door startled young Chuck and he quickly closed the jewelry box and placed it back into the closet but he couldn't bare to part with the scoff so he folded it up and tucked it away in his trouser pocket. The footsteps of his approaching father echoed down the hallway with each step Chuck's heart hammered up into his throat.

Chuck quickly shot out of the room and straight across the hallway into his room where he took off his shoes and climbed into bed where he was suppose to have been taking a nap. The footsteps stopped and he could almost see the look on his father's face when he saw his door open. No one, not even the maid was allowed his father's room unless given permission in advance and if someone did there would be hell to pay.

He heard the pounding footsteps of his father as he stormed towards his room. Almost like in the horror movies the door handled turned and the door slammed open and resonated off the walls. "Charles Anthony Bass" his father said in a very cold and stern voice. Chuck pulled the covers over his head thinking that maybe if he couldn't see his father his father couldn't see him. That didn't work out.

His father walked over to his bed and ripped the blanket off of him. He stared down at him with a menacing glare. "Did you go into my room without my permission?" he asked "n-no sir. I've been asleep like nanny Mia told me to do" Chuck stuttered "then do you mind telling me why my bedroom door was open when I specifically remember closing and locking it before I left last night" he asked taking in account every little move his son made. "I-I think one of the maids went in there to clean" Chuck lied. By the look in his father's eyes he could tell that his father believed him. This was the time when Bart actually believed his son, it would be six years from now that he would begin to question Chuck's honesty.

~End Flashback~

That was the first of many times that Chuck lied to his father and the beginning of his extensive collection of scarves.

Apparently Chuck had been silent for quite some time because the detective cleared his throat and spoke "Mr. Bass I asked you a question" the detective said impatiently. "Sorry" Chuck looked back up at the camera and took a relaxing breath "I killed them because Dr. Matthews was looking into my father's death and I couldn't have that. So I followed him and his family to England and waited till the perfect opportunity to make my move" Chuck replied. "Why didn't you want the doctor to look into your father's death?" asked the other detective. Here was the grand finale, the part where he pretty much signed his life away. "Because he would've discovered that I'm the one who killed him. I also confess to killing Barthelmew (Someone tell me how to spell Chuck's dad full name please because I've forgotten how to spell) Charles Bass, my father" Chuck looked at the expressions on the detectives' faces and he knew that he had shocked them by confessing to another murder. Triple Homicide. Not all at once but he would be convicted for his father's death as well.

"You do understand that this will be taken as a triple homicide now?" asked the detective "yes sir, I do" Chuck looked down at the table "do you mind telling us why you killed your father?" Detective Lancaster asked. Chuck looked straight into Detective Lancaster's eyes "because I'm a greedy sonofabitch who wanted his father's company" Chuck replied without missing a beat.

Detective Lancaster stopped recording. "I think that's enough," he said. The Detective didn't know what it was but something was itching at him that something wasn't right about this case and whenever he had an itch it normally started a chain of repercussions. Good and bad.

The door opened and two police officers strode in. "We have to take Mr. Bass back to his cell now" the officer who looked to be in his late twenties said "yeah all right" Detective Lancaster replied still pondering over what had made his infamous 'itch' itch. The two officers walked over to Chuck and unlocked his handcuffs, Chuck stood up from the table and they told him to place his hands against the wall where they re-cuffed him and led him out of the room.

Detective's Lancaster's partner looked at him and saw that he had on his thinking face. "What are you thinking Greg?" he asked. Detective Lancaster looked at his partner and replied, "something doesn't feel right Joshua, and I'm going to figure out what" Detective Lancaster walked out of the room and his partner followed him out.

Chuck walked back into his cell and the officers shut and locked the bars behind him. He turned to face them "you still haven't given me my one phone call" he stated. One of the officers sighed and pulled a quarter out of his pocket and unlocked the door and with his hand on the back of Chuck's neck he led Chuck over to the phones and stood behind him as he Chuck dropped the quarter into the phone and dialed the only number he really needed to call.

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Blair's phone went off and, thinking that it was another blast, quickly pulled it out and saw that it was an unknown number. She accepted the call and brought the phone to her ear. "Hello?" she asked uncertainly "hey Blair" said a very familiar dark voice "Chuck? Where are you calling from the number on my phone was unknown?" she asked. "Yeah listen Blair I'm at the police station and this is my one phone call so I'm going to make it good" Chuck took a breath and Blair waited in anticipation of what he was going to say. "No matter what happens just know that I love you and I want you to live a full happy life, get married, have a few kids then grow old with the love of your life. Goodbye Blair, maybe in the next life things will work out for the better" before Blair could get another word in the line went dead and she brought the phone away from her ear and looked down at it in shock. Live a full happy life? Her life wouldn't be happy unless Chuck was in it, that much she knew.

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Chuck put the phone back on the hook and turned to face the officer. "You can bring me back to my cell now" he said. The officer led Chuck back into his cell where he took the handcuffs off once Chuck was a safely behind the bars, in case he tried to attack them or something then walked away. Chuck watched the officer go then sulked over to one of the benches and sat down. He laid his head in his hands and sighed.

"Goodbye Blair, I'm going to miss you," he said to an empty cell room.

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