CHAPTER SIX - THE CONFESSION.
"When was that taken?" Matt tried to prevent the worry from entering his voice.
"The date is printed on it. It was just over a week ago. Do you know who it is?" Matt was silent. "We've let you get away with not telling us certain things, but we're not willing to accept anything other than an honest answer on this." Matt still didn't respond. "We are willing to cut a deal on this. We'll drop two of the lesser charges for the name." Matt looked up his eyes defiant, his mouth sealed. "We'll contest the bail, if we don't get a name." Matt hid the concern and stayed defiantly staring. "Ok if you're not going to tell us, we'll find someone who will."
The officer picked up a phone and spoke to the person on the other end. "Fetch the brother in. We need a chat." Matt started laughing at this. The policeman punched the desk inches away from Matt's hand. "What's funny?"
"You're bringing Jeff in." Matt managed between bursts of laughter.
"I'd have thought that you'd have some concern for him."
"You want him to ID the person in the photo?" Matt was still laughing.
"That's the plan. We'll offer him a deal and see if he's more willing than you." The officer's voice was gruff, obviously riled by Matt's laughter.
"You're gonna ask a blind man to ID someone in a photo." Matt laughed out. The policeman punched the table, aiming for Matt's hand this time, but Matt, even through hysterical laughter, was faster than him.
"Well in light of this information, I suggest we try a new plan. How about you spend the night in a cell and we can bring your brother in and charge him?"
"Why? What can you charge him with? Being related to a suspected criminal?"
The policeman lowered his face so that he was almost nose to nose with Matt and then spat out a sentence. "We can get him for the one charge we're really looking forward to getting you on too. Murder."
"Don't make me laugh again! If you can't get me for it, why do you think you can get him?"
"There's this new thing called DNA. And a fun new law that has allowed us to get the DNA of all school children in on the state, on record. Including your little girl. And guess what, it came up as a match; she has DNA similar to that of a wanted felon. Close enough to be related, but not the daughter. And guess what! In your family, that leaves us with niece. I.e. Jeffrey Nero Hardy is the wanted felon." The officer laughed and walked out of the room telling someone to take Matt down and lock him in a cell.
"Jeffrey Nero Hardy. You are being charged with murder."
Matt banged on the cell door and a guard came to open the viewing slot. "Yes."
"You have the right to remain silent, but anything you do say will be recorded and may be used as evidence against you."
"I want to make a confession."
"Take a seat Jeff; someone will be in to interview in a minute."
"You wish to make a recorded confession?"
"Do you wish to make a confession towards this charge?"
"Yes. I killed Marco Ambrovich."
"When was that taken?" Matt tried to prevent the worry from entering his voice.
"The date is printed on it. It was just over a week ago. Do you know who it is?" Matt was silent. "We've let you get away with not telling us certain things, but we're not willing to accept anything other than an honest answer on this." Matt still didn't respond. "We are willing to cut a deal on this. We'll drop two of the lesser charges for the name." Matt looked up his eyes defiant, his mouth sealed. "We'll contest the bail, if we don't get a name." Matt hid the concern and stayed defiantly staring. "Ok if you're not going to tell us, we'll find someone who will."
The officer picked up a phone and spoke to the person on the other end. "Fetch the brother in. We need a chat." Matt started laughing at this. The policeman punched the desk inches away from Matt's hand. "What's funny?"
"You're bringing Jeff in." Matt managed between bursts of laughter.
"I'd have thought that you'd have some concern for him."
"You want him to ID the person in the photo?" Matt was still laughing.
"That's the plan. We'll offer him a deal and see if he's more willing than you." The officer's voice was gruff, obviously riled by Matt's laughter.
"You're gonna ask a blind man to ID someone in a photo." Matt laughed out. The policeman punched the table, aiming for Matt's hand this time, but Matt, even through hysterical laughter, was faster than him.
"Well in light of this information, I suggest we try a new plan. How about you spend the night in a cell and we can bring your brother in and charge him?"
"Why? What can you charge him with? Being related to a suspected criminal?"
The policeman lowered his face so that he was almost nose to nose with Matt and then spat out a sentence. "We can get him for the one charge we're really looking forward to getting you on too. Murder."
"Don't make me laugh again! If you can't get me for it, why do you think you can get him?"
"There's this new thing called DNA. And a fun new law that has allowed us to get the DNA of all school children in on the state, on record. Including your little girl. And guess what, it came up as a match; she has DNA similar to that of a wanted felon. Close enough to be related, but not the daughter. And guess what! In your family, that leaves us with niece. I.e. Jeffrey Nero Hardy is the wanted felon." The officer laughed and walked out of the room telling someone to take Matt down and lock him in a cell.
"Jeffrey Nero Hardy. You are being charged with murder."
Matt banged on the cell door and a guard came to open the viewing slot. "Yes."
"You have the right to remain silent, but anything you do say will be recorded and may be used as evidence against you."
"I want to make a confession."
"Take a seat Jeff; someone will be in to interview in a minute."
"You wish to make a recorded confession?"
"Do you wish to make a confession towards this charge?"
"Yes. I killed Marco Ambrovich."