Annie POV
Down at the police station, I sat in the plastic chair, my Mom and Dixon holding my hands either side of me. Of course, I'd told them I wasn't in trouble but they insisted, seeing how upset I was. In the back of my mind, I couldn't help but wonder if this was a trap and they were going to drag me into a interview room and drill it out of me with a big ol' light shone right in my face, like on TV.
The clock ticking seemed to go on forever and my stomach flopped over and over every few seconds. I was trying to distract myself from the current situation, anything. US States, alphabetically: Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado... I'd only got to Idaho when a man, the same man from the phone by the look of his shiny gold badge, called my name.
"Annie Wilson," I stood up, Mom stood up with me.
"Are you sure you don't want me to come?" She worried, wrinkling her brow that I knew we didn't have the money to fix with Botox like all the other kids. Dad, I think they were definitely going to get divorced. And if they got divorced, we'd never have enough money to survive!
"Come this way sweetheart." Officer Lopez spoke kindly, seeing how nervous I was. I guess I didn't look guilty to him, just an innocent teenage girl, butter wouldn't melt in my mouth. He started to walk and I followed behind him, my flats scuffing on the floor. I dressed like normal, floral skirt, t-shirt and flats. That was my downtime outfit, I could at least act like myself.
He led me down a hall and to a small, formal room. It did have two chairs and a desk, but there was a nice looking woman officer sitting there too, ready to take notes. It was a light room, a view out to the quiet street. Looks like this was the room for the 'good guys'. Why was I here then?
The blonde haired officer looked up at me and smiled, then gestured to the seat on the opposite side of the table from her. Officer Lopez sat down next to the female officer and I took my seat too, like this was some odd dinner party.
"Hello Miss Wilson."
"Hi."
"So, would you mind telling me when your car went missing?" I fidgeted nervously. She noticed. "It's okay! You're not in trouble. We know why you didn't report it missing, scared Mom and Dad would blow their gasket huh?" I nodded silently as the woman smiled encouragingly.
"Well... I'd say about a month ago? Maybe less? I can't really remember."
"Uhuh," She said, noting it down on the paper. "So, do you have any idea who would have had access to your car?"
"Well... my friends and family."
"Boyfriend?"
I blushed. "Oh, well, I don't really have one..." Didn't really? So, what was making me question it. Of course I didn't. Except for the one who'd slept by my side all night, worried so much about me, and then left suddenly. Liam Court.
"Liam Court?" She questioned. I hadn't realised I'd said it out loud.
"Urm, yeah. Well, we're sort of dating." She scribbled something down furiously.
"Would Mr. Court have had access to your car?"
"Well yeah, I guess." It wasn't a lie, he would've been able to take it if he wanted. I would have let him...
"Has Mr. Court been acting oddly recently?"
"Erm... Wait, why all these questions about Liam?"
My question was answered by a knock at the door.
"Enter." Officer Lopez said, leaning back in his chair like a kid. He rolled his eyes and tutted under his breath. The door swung open and Officer Blonde (as I'd taken to calling her) sat up straight, eyes shining in triumph.
"Liam? What are you doing here?" I heard myself screech, as Liam stood like a broken man in the doorway, a officer standing behind him menacingly.