Chapter 6

The young man with dirty blond hair sits alone in the interrogation room waiting . He drums his fingers on the desk and glances at the handcuffs on his wrist. He has been sitting in the interrogation room just over an hour. Although he is inwardly irritated that they were wasting his time, he sat there patiently, sitting relaxed and unmoving in his uncomfortable chair. He knows it is a strategy of the police to make him wait and put him on edge before they question him. The strategy might work on someone else but not on him. He has nothing to worry about.

Detective chyre took a second to put on his game face, impenetrable and unimpressed before pushing open the door that would put him nose to nose with a monster. He didn't let the disgust he felt for the man show on his face. He was soon followed by Detective Scott. They both took their seats across from the table.

"Well, Mr. Victor Henriksen, I am Detective Chyre, and this is my partner, Detective Scott," said the Detective as he threw the file on the table.

Henriksen glared at the file and then smirked at the two Detectives.

"So this is all you guys have got left? After making me wait for so many hours, all you got is the good cop, bad cop routine? Oh my God, I am so sacred. I think I'm panicking," he snorts, "This is just pathetic."

Both Detectives just shift in their seats. Neither of them respond. After a few minutes of silence, Detective Chyre continues, "So why don't you confess then, huh Henriksen? It will probably save us some time."

Making a noise that could be misinterpreted as a laugh, Henriksen shakes his head

"What do you want me to confess, Detective? I haven't done anything. I don't even know why the hell I am sitting here. I have been here for hours for a crime that I don't know about. So why don't you enlighten me?"

"Why don't you just cut the crap Henriksen? If we go to see, your record isn't clean," said Chyre.

He then opened the file which was placed on the table

"Looks like you just spent three years in jail for, let's see, breaking and entering, robbery, credit card fraud. This certainly doesn't give me the impression of a clean record, does it?" scoffed Chyre, "Well, let me refresh your mind. June 23rd, 2016, between six and seven pm you and three of your friends tried to rob Mr. West's house. Do you remember anything now?" continued Chyre.

"I don't know anything about this," said Henriksen nervously, "What are you talking about? Looks like you have lost your mind, old man."

Sliding the comment, Detective Scott stated, "Since you don't remember, let me remind you. I am pretty sure this will help you remember."

He removed a photo of Barry, bruised and battered, and placed it on the table . "You see this kid? His name is Barry Allen. Don't you remember him? You all nearly beat him to death and left him there to die after your attempted robbery," said the detective with anger and disgust in his voice .

"I didn't do anything to this boy," spat Henriksen nervously.

"Okay, you know what, Henriksen? I am done playing the good cop. Why don't you start telling me where your friends are and what happened that night? If you tell me everything then we can make you a deal. I could talk to the higher order and get you a better deal. Hurry up. You only have ten minutes. Then the deal is off. Tick Tock, tick tock. Your time has already started. Think about it. We already have evidence against you. It will be your friends that will enjoy all the money while you will sit in jail."

Saying this, both the Detectives left the room and joined Detective West, Captain Singh, and a few other officers involved in this case, who were all standing behind the mirror on the other side, listening to everything that was going on.

Meanwhile at the hospital :

Iris entered Barry's room, coffee in her hand, and was shocked to see Caitlin in the room.

"Caitlin, hey. What are you doing here? I thought you were at home resting," asked Iris, "I just went out for some coffee. Do you want some? Why don't you take this? I will get some for me," said Iris, handing Caitlin her coffee .

"No, it's fine, just don't feel like coffee today. I couldn't even sleep, so I thought I should just come by the hospital and see how he is doing. How is he?" she asked in a worried voice.

"He had a real rough night. He was in a lot of pain. He didn't get any sleep last night. He finally drifted off about half an hour ago after his scan. I just hope his scans come back clean. We will know more about it in the evening," said Iris worriedly.

She just hoped Barry wouldn't have to go through anything worse than it already is.

Meanwhile at the precinct :

Detective Chyre and Detective Scott entered the interrogation room.

"So what's your final decision, Henriksen? Are you ready to talk?" asked Chyre as they both sat down.

Thinking, Henriksen nodded and said "Before I say anything I need confirmation of our deal, otherwise I am not going to confess."

To this, Detective Chyre made a laughing sound and said, "You are in no position to make deals here, Henriksen. So why don't you just start confessing huh?"

Defeated, he started his story, "Two months ago, I got released from jail, and the next day I got a call from the Mardon brothers. They wanted to meet up with me. At first I was hesitant, but then they offered me a good deal of money which I couldn't refuse. When I went there, they included one more man, Roy G. Bivolo."

After a brief pause he continued, "If I had known why we were planning this robbery, I would have backed out. I never wanted to be involved in this, but I had to for some reasons. I am so sorry. I had my reasons."

He put a hand to his forehead and started crying.

"Why did you do this, and why did you want to back out of this plan?" asked Detective Scott, confused as to the story behind it.

Henriksen looked up to the voice and continued with a look of hatred in his eyes.

"The Mardon brothers lied to me. They told me that we were going to rob something big that would make us rich. He told me I could save my daughter. He lied and used me. He wanted revenge. That son of a bitch wanted revenge," he said, banging his hands on the desk angrily.

"Who did he want revenge with?" asked Scott, confused as to what was going on.

Rubbing the moisture from his eyes, Henriksen continued, "He wanted revenge against Joe West, and hurting Barry Allen was icing on the cake. Now I have told you everything I know. I need to know more about my deal."

"We are not done yet, Henriksen. There are still many questions that are unanswered. For starters, I want you to tell me why the Mardon brothers wanted revenge on Joe West."

Rubbing a hand to his face Henriksen answered, "I am not sure about this. He didn't tell me everything. Once, Bivolo told me that Joe had killed their father and Mark Mardon's wife, and it was just payback. I don't know the whole story. Now, please tell me what's going to happen to me."

"Your deal is on the works, Henriksen. You help us catch them, and it's merry Christmas for you," stated Scott, "Now, since I have answered your question, you need to answer one of mine. Where is the money that you stole, and what did you all do to that kid?"

"That's it. I am not telling you anything else until I know for sure that you are not lying about my deal. I want proof. You understand me, detectives? Hey, look here. I am talking to you all standing behind the mirror. I need proof. Otherwise you can all go to hell." he stated angrily, throwing the glass towards the mirror.

"I am not going to tell you all anything," he said, sobbing.

Soon, two men entered the room and took Henriksen away, leaving every single officer in the room stunned with the events that took place.

"Joe, don't worry. We are going to get them. We are very close now," said the captain to a disorientated Joe. Soon, they both were joined by the two detectives.

"Sorry, sir. We couldn't get anything more out of him," apologized Detective Scott sincerely.

Nodding, Captain Singh stated, "It's okay. Whatever information we got, it can help us further in the investigation. Detective Chyre, I want you to contact the higher ups regarding the deal with Henriksen. Tell them we want the file ASAP. Also, I want you all to start tracking down the other three guys. We have to catch them. Is that clear, boys?"

Nodding, Detective Chyre asked, "Do you think Henriksen was telling the truth? Also, I don't understand what he meant by he needed the money."

"Honestly, I don't know. Maybe he was telling the truth. Joe, do you remember the incident with their father and Mark's wife?"

Seeing that Joe was not replying, he asked again, "Joe, hey you with us?"

"Yeah, sorry, sir. I was just thinking. I remember the incident with their father. Um, I shot their father on scene. He and his son, Mark, were trying to rob a bank. Their father died right at the scene, and we arrested his son. He was serving time for at least, um, five to seven years. I don't remember anything about his wife. I haven't even met her, so why is he blaming me?" asked Joe, rubbing his palms to his tired face.

"I don't know, Joe. Only the Mardon brothers can answer that question. Anyway, let's get back to work, boys," said Singh.

They all soon started to leave the room except Joe. Seeing Joe standing there, Singh went to him.

"Anything on your mind that's bothering you Joe? You can talk to me you know," said Singh, worried for his friend.

"All the things that Barry went through was because of me. He was in danger because of me. You know, Henry was right. Barry staying with me was a big mistake. He would have a better life without me. He would be safe without me in his life. I don't deserve to be a detective if I can't protect my own family," said Joe, tears in his eyes.

"It wasn't your fault, Joe, and you know that. You need to stop playing the what-if game. You did everything to protect him since he came into your family, and you know that the best thing about you, or well any other parent, is that you will always protect him whether they are old or young," said Singh.

Meanwhile at the hospital :

Dr. Wells and a nurse entered Barry's room. Dr. Wells had a blank expression on his face. He had a few reports in his hand.

"Dr. Wells, did you get Barry's reports? How are his scans?" bombarded Iris.

"Miss West , where is your father? Can you tell him to meet us here ?" asked Dr. Wells .

"No , he is not here . But i can give him a call. Can you please tell me what's wrong doctor ?" Asked Iris worried .

"That's why I am here, Ms. West and Ms. Snow. I am afraid I have some bad news," said Dr. Wells, dreading the conversation that was going to change the young man's life.

Hey guys , sorry for the late update . I hope you all like it .

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