They arrived at the station eventually, and Matt was dragged inside. He
could remember watching some police soap thing- the bill or something- and
it reminded him of that. Matt was summoned up to a reception type area, and
to a pretty lady behind a desk.
" Name" She asked, staring blankly at the computer screen.
"Matt James Sole" He replied quietly, he didn't like giving people his
name, it gave them certain powers above his own.
" Age?" She asked after, her voice sounded as forced as once of those ' you have dialled an incorrect number, please replace the handset and try again' messages.
" 17" He said defiantly; he may have been only 14, but even he knew, those under the age or 16 had to get parents or legal guardians involved."
" Proof Of Age?" She asked carelessly looking up. Matt panicked, she obviously didn't believe him or she wouldn't have asked for proof of age. He felt like giving in but he knew this was only the beginning. He looked into her eyes, shook his head and said
"None." He blinked, he wasn't used to lying but suddenly it came naturally.
" Address" She went back to typing on a noisy old keyboard. He noticed what a fast typer she was.
" None permanently" It wasn't a lie was it. so maybe it wasn't the whole truth, but like she wanted his life story! She sighed,
" P.C Preston will see you shortly" and with that she nodded to the police officer by her side who took Matt into a cell.
He looked around and sat on a hard metal bed, P.C Preston appeared opening the cell door. The driver from the police car lead him into an interview room, whilst Preston followed shutting the door on them. The interview room was a small room, with a single table in the middle. It looked like a school table, and around it, 4 chairs were positioned. A cassette player placed on top.
" Take a seat Mr. Sole" Said Preston, and happily sat down himself. The driving Officer sat down next to P.C Preston. Shyly, Matt walked past the two officers and sat down at the opposite said of the table. He was sure this was how it was done. There was an eerie silence, and the two officers looked at him uncomfortably.
" My name is Matt" Matt said, thinking he may as well start it off. The two offers glanced at each other.
" If you insist, Matt. Im P.C Ladd, and you already know P.C Preston." She pressed record on the tape recorder machine. At first it didn't start, but she tapped it twice on the top, with a long manicured fingernail. " Interview started at 2:37, present Matt Sole, P.C Preston and P.C Ladd"
" Matt, what were you doing at approximately 1:45pm?" P.C Preston interrupted.
" I was out jogging" Matt replied, simply enough.
" Jogging where?" P.C Preston asked, P.C Ladd looking bemused.
" Down Valley lane, and into Grasmet Road."
" Was there any particular reason for this jog" P.C Ladd asked, looking sideways at Preston.
" None, I had been hanging round town, and I just felt like going for a little run" Telling little white lies was perfectly justified. Izzie would hardly fall in love with him if she knew she had been arrested. He decided to keep her out of it.
" Hmm, just felt like a run, when at that exact time and around that area, a girl was found stabbed, almost murdered. Were there any witnesses?" P.C Preston asked this time.
" I never knew that anyone had been stabbed, and of course, there was a few witnesses, all just passers by, no one for definite" Matt grimaced.
" How appropriate." P.C Ladd said, whilst busy in thought.
" Appropriate for you maybe, but I haven't done anything. It was a mistake. a coincidence!" Matt felt at braking point. There was suddenly a loud knock at the door and it was slowly opened, "P.C Preston, id like to talk to you outside" Said an official looking man in a suit. P.C Preston left the room whilst P.C Ladd took Matt to a cell. He hated it, but it was much better then being on the streets, and at least he didn't have to share a cell. Matt was awakened in the morning by the sound of rattling keys. The cell view slide was opened and in peered some unfamiliar eyes. The slide was shut again, and the door was fully opened. A young female looking officer walked in carrying a tray of food. " How are you feeling?" She asked " I brought this for you" She put down the tray on the floor, and sat down on the bed. " Better then it usually is" Matt answered sleepily, and very hungrily. " Better?" the women said looking confused, " I didn't think it got much worse then this" She looked into Matt's eyes and reminded Matt of Izzie. Without thinking he said, " Out on the streets it is" The woman didn't ask anymore, just told him to eat up and she'd be back for the tray. Just as she closed the door she said "Good luck, your going to need it for this love" Matt looked shocked that she even knew about it, hadn't they heard of customer confidentiality? " I didn't do it! I just wanted to see her!" The woman locking his cell was in fact in charge of the case, and knew most of the details. "See who?" she asked " Izzie" Matt answered leaning down to get the plate of food. And with that the door was locked.
An hour later the same Women returned. She unlocked the cell door and like before said on the bed " I think we need to talk" she said.
" Age?" She asked after, her voice sounded as forced as once of those ' you have dialled an incorrect number, please replace the handset and try again' messages.
" 17" He said defiantly; he may have been only 14, but even he knew, those under the age or 16 had to get parents or legal guardians involved."
" Proof Of Age?" She asked carelessly looking up. Matt panicked, she obviously didn't believe him or she wouldn't have asked for proof of age. He felt like giving in but he knew this was only the beginning. He looked into her eyes, shook his head and said
"None." He blinked, he wasn't used to lying but suddenly it came naturally.
" Address" She went back to typing on a noisy old keyboard. He noticed what a fast typer she was.
" None permanently" It wasn't a lie was it. so maybe it wasn't the whole truth, but like she wanted his life story! She sighed,
" P.C Preston will see you shortly" and with that she nodded to the police officer by her side who took Matt into a cell.
He looked around and sat on a hard metal bed, P.C Preston appeared opening the cell door. The driver from the police car lead him into an interview room, whilst Preston followed shutting the door on them. The interview room was a small room, with a single table in the middle. It looked like a school table, and around it, 4 chairs were positioned. A cassette player placed on top.
" Take a seat Mr. Sole" Said Preston, and happily sat down himself. The driving Officer sat down next to P.C Preston. Shyly, Matt walked past the two officers and sat down at the opposite said of the table. He was sure this was how it was done. There was an eerie silence, and the two officers looked at him uncomfortably.
" My name is Matt" Matt said, thinking he may as well start it off. The two offers glanced at each other.
" If you insist, Matt. Im P.C Ladd, and you already know P.C Preston." She pressed record on the tape recorder machine. At first it didn't start, but she tapped it twice on the top, with a long manicured fingernail. " Interview started at 2:37, present Matt Sole, P.C Preston and P.C Ladd"
" Matt, what were you doing at approximately 1:45pm?" P.C Preston interrupted.
" I was out jogging" Matt replied, simply enough.
" Jogging where?" P.C Preston asked, P.C Ladd looking bemused.
" Down Valley lane, and into Grasmet Road."
" Was there any particular reason for this jog" P.C Ladd asked, looking sideways at Preston.
" None, I had been hanging round town, and I just felt like going for a little run" Telling little white lies was perfectly justified. Izzie would hardly fall in love with him if she knew she had been arrested. He decided to keep her out of it.
" Hmm, just felt like a run, when at that exact time and around that area, a girl was found stabbed, almost murdered. Were there any witnesses?" P.C Preston asked this time.
" I never knew that anyone had been stabbed, and of course, there was a few witnesses, all just passers by, no one for definite" Matt grimaced.
" How appropriate." P.C Ladd said, whilst busy in thought.
" Appropriate for you maybe, but I haven't done anything. It was a mistake. a coincidence!" Matt felt at braking point. There was suddenly a loud knock at the door and it was slowly opened, "P.C Preston, id like to talk to you outside" Said an official looking man in a suit. P.C Preston left the room whilst P.C Ladd took Matt to a cell. He hated it, but it was much better then being on the streets, and at least he didn't have to share a cell. Matt was awakened in the morning by the sound of rattling keys. The cell view slide was opened and in peered some unfamiliar eyes. The slide was shut again, and the door was fully opened. A young female looking officer walked in carrying a tray of food. " How are you feeling?" She asked " I brought this for you" She put down the tray on the floor, and sat down on the bed. " Better then it usually is" Matt answered sleepily, and very hungrily. " Better?" the women said looking confused, " I didn't think it got much worse then this" She looked into Matt's eyes and reminded Matt of Izzie. Without thinking he said, " Out on the streets it is" The woman didn't ask anymore, just told him to eat up and she'd be back for the tray. Just as she closed the door she said "Good luck, your going to need it for this love" Matt looked shocked that she even knew about it, hadn't they heard of customer confidentiality? " I didn't do it! I just wanted to see her!" The woman locking his cell was in fact in charge of the case, and knew most of the details. "See who?" she asked " Izzie" Matt answered leaning down to get the plate of food. And with that the door was locked.
An hour later the same Women returned. She unlocked the cell door and like before said on the bed " I think we need to talk" she said.