I woke up to someone pounding on my door around three am. I groaned some covering my ear with my pillow hoping they'd just go away, but the knocking got even louder. "Alright already! I'm coming! I'm coming!" I snapped getting out of bed. My foot caught on my sheets and down I went. I just laid there groaning. I slowly got up and walked my way to my door. I opened it tiredly and blinked some. "Son...detective Barbare we need you to come to station with us." He said making me groan some. "Okay…." I said yawning some more. I honestly Just wanted to get back to sleep.

"Right this way." detective Barbare said.

I followed him out and got into his car.

"We just need to ask you some questions is all."

"It's fine detective. Just a bit early don't cha think. I'm hardly awake right now." I said yawning.

"It is But the sooner we do this the sooner we can clear your name." He said seriously.

"Okay…." I said closing my eyes some.

"Nice car you have by the way." He said casually.

"It was my father's hand me down if you will."

"One of Your tires wouldn't happen to be low or even a spare would it?" He asked making me inwardly scream.

"Not that I know of detective." I said lying through my teeth.

He gave me a look of disbelief as we pulled into the parking lot.

"We want you to take a lie detector test. Simple. And then you can go home and sleep."

I felt my stomach knot on me.

Lie detector…..test…..

I'm doomed! "Right this way." Detective Barbare told me leading me down a massive hallway and then into an interrogation room. The machine was hooked up to me and I was doing everything in my power to calm down.

My heart was racing a mile a minute.

And I'm sure the machine could pick that up.

"Alright. Did you know Mr. smith?" "Yes." I said calmly. "Where you aware of his disappearance before it was shown on the news?" "Yes."

"Did marshal come to your door to ask you if you'd seen his grandfather?" "Yes." "Alright Final question...Do you know who killed Mr. smith." The detective asked and I felt my face pale. "No." I said feeling my palms sweat. The machine was taken off of me slowly. "We will contact you again if we need to." Detective Barbare said with a grin smile. He led me back to his car and then drove me on home. I felt nervous beings he kept looking at me, mumbling something and then shaking his head.

I got out of his car slowly and walked up to my apartment. I shut my door and then just leaned against it, my hands in my hair some. "Oh….what am I going to do now?" I asked softly closing my eyes and hiding my face into my knees. "What am I going to do now…." I mumbled softly. At this point I had three options. Option one kill myself and avoid punishment. Which I'm not doing… option two change my identity. We are talking name, accent, look, eye color, and hair color. It isn't a terrible idea to do. Option three would be, just confess and hope I don't get a heavy charge for any of this.

I was honestly leaning towards option two.

I mean sure option three would be the best.

But I really don't want to go to jail for something that was purely accidental. Call me selfish , I could care less at this point.

I groaned some hearing a knock on the door.

"Oh Hello Again Marshall." I said gently to him and he didn't say a word to me.

"Hey...was there something you wanted to talk to me about?" I asked feeling rather uneasy with him just standing there. He opened his hand and it was a cut out piece of a blow up clown doll. "I found this in one of my grandfather's pots. He hated clowns. One of his fears. I just don't get why he'd have this." Marshall said looking at me expecting me to know the answers. "Maybe it got put there by mistake." I said gently to him. "Would you like me to keep a hold of it? The clown piece that is." I said trying to grab the piece from his hands. "No no I'll keep it. I should give this to detective Barbare."

"You don't have to do that. I could do it for you. " I said quickly and then gently. "You know what happened to my grandfather don't you! Don't you!" He screamed grabbing me by my shirt and shoving me back against the door hard. "Don't you!" He screamed again pulling me from the door and hitting me back against it hard. "Marshall please…" I said trying to shove him away from me. "You know what really happened! Tell me!" Marshal said lowly. Then he seemed to suddenly calm down and let me go. "Don't I deserve to know what really happened to my grandfather? Don't I? I'm his grandson and we were so close. He raised me. Don't I deserve to know what happened?"

I bit my lip nervously and sighed heavily. "Yes you do. But marshal the truth isn't what you want to hear. You want me to tell you that a monster killed your grandfather in cold blood. But the thing is. He wasn't killed on purpose and that's all I'll tell you. Now please leave." I said motioning to my door. "Wasn't killed on purpose?" He asked confused.

"Yep now get out!" I said shoving him.

"Wait! What do you mean by…"

I felt a little bad for slamming the door in his face but, what choice did I have.

I locked the door rubbing my temples some. "Okay I just need to stay calm and focused. That's it. This will all blow over soon enough. Some tv might due me some good right now. Yeah tv sounds perfect."

I flopped on my couch and turned my tv on and of course there was news bulletin on Mr. Smith.

"We have more on the Mr. smith case. On the phone with us now is Marshall. Now Marshall you believe you might know who killed your grandfather is this true?" The reporter asked aloud. "Yeah I have a hunch but I'm not sure."

I swallowed hard feeling my stomach drop. "Could you give our audience a name perhaps?" The reporter asked tapping his fingers on the desk impatiently. "No. no. I can't do that to her." Marshall said seriously and I smiled relieved. "But what I will say is I urge her to go to the police. Tell detective Barbara the truth. So not only my grandfather can have closure but so I can and she can as well. You can only run so far before you reach the finish line." Marshall said sincerely.

Maybe he was right. Maybe I should tell the truth. Then again, maybe not.

I flicked the tv off and just laid there face first in the couch cushions. I lazily got up hearing yet more knocking on my door. It's a wonder my landlady hasn't complained about it yet. "Hello?" I asked rubbing at my eyes some. I didn't even get a chance to react as I was turned ,cuffed and dragged to detective Barbare's car.

All the while he's telling me I have the right to remain silent and how if I don't have an attorney one will be provided for me. The whole time I'm thinking with what money? I mean this guy has seen where I live. It's decent but not nice. I was shoved in the car ,the door was slammed shut on me and off we went.

"I'd like an attorney." I said looking out the window. Before I know it, I'm in an interrogation room, and next to me is some attorney the state has so kindly given me. It's just us in here but, that doesn't make me feel much better.

"So then son, care to explain what's happened?" My attorney says smiling nice enough. "Eh...It's kinda a funny story." I said honestly. "Really now?" He says slight confused. "Trust me it is." "Well start talking then. I can't help you, if I don't have a clue what's happened." "Fine. Fine. But I did warn you." I say seriously resting my arms on the small table In here.