Rebirth – Chapter 7: Tell Me Something New
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Merry-2004: Suck at reivews? Crazy talk! You tell me exactly what I want—what you think of the story. You couldn't possibly be 'bad' at that. Thanks very much.
Agent182: Handcuffs? Ooh, kinky. Yeah, I've had bad experiences with nurses. So I feel his pain. Thanks for stickin' with my fic!
The chapters will get longer eventually—I promise.
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"I already told you everything—it's been two hours." Adam said through slightly clenched teeth.
"We just want to make sure everything's clear." Replied the man sitting across from his bed. He was probably about in his forties, grayish hair and a rough mustache, a bit overweight. Detective Palmer, as he had been introduced. Next to him sat a younger, wirey man whose name Adam had forgotten since this conversation began. "Could you describe the man you killed?"
"We went through this already, do you want me to make you a fucking sketch?" Adam rubbed his injured shoulder. "You have his name and his God damn DNA, what good is another description gonna do you?"
"Sir, I know that you've been through a harrowing incident here, but we're only—" Detective Palmer began again.
"Will everyone stop saying that?" Adam threw out an arm. "Jesus! You wanna know something? You don't know! So don't fucking patronize me." Even he had to admit he was being somewhat moody, but he was under a lot of shit lately. He was tired of being jerked around.
"Alright, now just calm down." Plamer advised, holding up a hand with a pen tucked between his thumb and forefinger. "You can see where we'd be curious about this 'Zep' character. The guy had clean hands up until now. He doesn't have any kind of record on him, and then he shows up out of the blue, having kidnapped a woman and child and found dead. It doesn't add up."
"I don't know, okay? I don't have any answers. I woke up one day after another night in my apartment, at my home, and suddenly, my life was this." He shook his head and sighed, wishing that they would take the hint and leave him be.
"Well I guess that's enough for now." Palmer said, perhaps actually taking sympathy on his state as he shoved the pad and pen back into his coat pocket.
"The nurse said Gordon was in room 204, sir." Muttered the younger detective in a lower tone, and Palmer nodded.
"Just…" Adam uttered as the two men stood.
Palmer turned to look at him with an arched eyebrow, intruigued. "What is it?"
"Um…It's nothing, really. I just wanted to…well it seemed weird that you didn't exactly ask me very many questions about 'Jigsaw'…You know he's the real killer…right? And he's still out there somewhere." Adam swallowed hard and let his glance drift between them.
The two officers looked at each other for a moment before Palmer shook his head. "Happy to inform you that that's not the case."
Adam gave a confused, blank stare.
"We found the old bastard in a heap hardly ten steps from where we found you, kid. He was a sick man. In more ways than one." He fixed at his tie momentarily. Adam felt a small surge of bile in his throat. "Tell the truth, I'm not sure we would've gotten him in time. Damn lucky something beat us to the punch."
