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Chapter 4

"Your father…I'll admit to not having thought of him in a long time…it's been too painful" whispered Betty stepping closer until she was close enough for either of them to touch.

"Yeah, well considering your maid didn't even know I existed, I would say you haven't thought about anyone, but yourself in a long time. You are gonna talk about him today though because I'm not here today as your son—" exclaimed Bambam his face becoming red at her interruption his eyes looking ready to bulge out of his head as she simply walked past him to sit down gesturing for them to as well acting as if what he was saying was no big deal. Pebbles held herself together for the sake of her husband. His fists clenched as he looked at the woman that was his mother and they didn't unclench until her hands gripped his arm. She pulled him back towards the couch behind them, but he shook her away turning his head to look at her. Pebbles saw what he was feeling in his eyes. He couldn't sit down, not in the home that she had given him, them, up for; to him, she knew that would be like slapping his dead father in the face. Pebbles didn't want to force him to do that, but in that moment, she was more worried about what would happen if he didn't. She tried to pull him down into the cushions of the couch with her, but his strength was more then her own. The detective in him was taking centerstage here. He wanted it too, she could see that. She knew he wanted to lock her in cuffs and grill her in the safety of the police station, but Pebbles already knew that wouldn't end well. Betty wasn't just his mother anymore, but the wife of the richest man in Bedrock. He couldn't take her in without it hurting him, without it possibly ruining his career, and his life. That was why she needed him to sit down and stay level headed. That was when her voice sounded in his ear.

"Bambam, please…think about what you are doing. I know how important this is to you and if you fly off the handle now this will be over before its begun. Sit down and play nice or at least be civil" hissed Pebbles taking his hand. She finally forced him to sit then and their eyes met. The look they shared seemed to calm him as he looked at Betty, no longer seeing his mother, but merely a suspect. She took his hand then as if to calm him and gripping it, Bambam stared his mother down trying to find the words he wanted.

"How long have you two been married?" said Betty breaking the awkward silence only for Bambam to say nothing.

"Twelve years, we got married shortly after Bambam graduated from the police academy" said Pebbles feeling as her husband squeezed her hand for stepping in. He needed the silence to process his thoughts. To process that this was his mother that he was his suspect. He didn't want to believe she killed his dad, but after everything he'd learned, after seeing her now; Bambam knew that she wasn't the woman he remembered. He didn't know if she had ever been that person.

"Oh, that's so nice. I'm happy for you…do I have any grand—" exclaimed Betty as if this wasn't the first time, she'd seen them in years. Bambam couldn't let her finish. He couldn't let her pretend that nothing was wrong when everything was. He could feel any love that he had harbored for her fading as he looked her dead in the eye in that moment.

"No, you do not…when you do you will not be meeting them. I already said I'm not here as your son. I'm here as a police officer, mom, as a detective. I'm here to get answers and you are going to give them to me" snapped Bambam his voice firm with a mixture of anger and pain as their eyes met his voice seeming to rise.

"Really…you must've had to work very hard…I can understand—" whispered Betty only for her son to stop her refusing to let her finish. He couldn't let her finish. He wasn't going to let her worm her way back into his good graces. He was going to solve his dads' case and she was the key to do that.

"I've reopened dads murder case" exclaimed Bambam making her go silent. Suddenly, as the words left him, Bambam was hyper aware that Pebbles was with him, right next to him, and her touch seemed stronger as he went forward with this. He knew she was his strength as their eyes lingered on his mother not going away. They both observed her and the longer they did they knew she was guilty.

"I'm here to talk to you about dads murder…you know more…you've been hiding things all these years" said Bambam trying to keep calm as his eyes watched her process what he was saying.

Betty didn't need to tell him he was right. As he watched her, Bambam knew the truth just in the way that her eyes refused to leave the floor, in the way she kept crossing them recrossing her legs, and the firm grasp of her hands. She was doing everything I guilty person did when they're finally caught and when Pebbles squeezed his hand, he took that as his cue to keep going. As he watched her, Bambam felt his fear go away because of those very actions. He knew now that she was guilty, and he knew it would pain him later, but for now, he couldn't focus on that. He just needed to give him dad the justice he deserved after all this time.

"Can you do that as a detective, dear, just reopen any case you want?" said Betty finally clasping her hands together.

"Not usually, but this one is different. It usually takes a family member making a request for the case to be reopened and the victim was my dad. It usually takes some new evidence coming to light and we have that" snapped Bambam his head turning along with everyone else's as another voice sounded above his in that moment.

"Is there a reason you're screaming at my wife?" snapped the voice entering the room on tall sure feet. Betty rose going to his side and holding her close, Bambam and Pebbles rose too. They both didn't need to be told, they knew who this was, and it made their walls go up immediately.

"Charles" exclaimed Betty a hint of relief in her voice. The man before them was her new husband, the man she had left them for. Charles Rockwell was tall with light features that seemed to make him glow as he came to tower over Bambam. He looked so sure of himself and watching him, Bambam didn't let himself be intimidated. He stared the man down as he had done his mother only seconds before. His hair was like polished gold and his suit was black to match his equally black eyes.

"Who are you people?" repeated Rockwell his voice rising as he demanded an answer with a glare in those eyes.

"Betty, what's going on?" whispered Rockwell addressing his wife now. His mother didn't answer as she looked between all of them. She was trying to play the victim, Both Bambam and Pebbles knew that as they watched her, but they weren't going to let her. They stared her down daring her to tell the truth.

"I'm detective Bambam Rubble and this is my wife, Pebbles. I'm your wife's son" snapped Bambam standing even taller as Pebbles held him prepared just in case, he took a swing at the man. She knew things were going to get very bad now. After all, this was most likely the man who had had his father killed, and even as she held him back, she didn't want to. It was her love for her husband that made her do it as the two men stared each other down.