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Chapter 60

"Are you sure you can do this?" My dad puts the car in park and turns in his seat to look at me. "I could tell them that you're not ready. We could come back in a week or so."

My eyes widen and I shake my head at him, even though I'm clutching the door handle so hard that my knuckles have turned white and I feel like I'm going to be sick. They know who "A" is. It's almost over. "Dad, no. That wouldn't be fair to the rest of the girls. We need to end this."

"Alright," my father says with a heavy sigh, patting my arm and opening his car door. "But I'm coming with you."

I climb out of the car and walk with him up the steps to the police station, surprised at how wobbly my legs feel. I'm way more nervous than I thought I was going to be. Every possible suspect is running through my head, every man that I've spoken to over the past few years. Noel…Lucas…Ezra… Even Caleb and Toby pop into my head for a brief second, but I force them out. No way. Toby's done his time on the "A" team, just like me. And Caleb wouldn't hurt a fly.

We enter the precinct and take a seat on a wooden bench to wait. My dad reaches over, putting a hand on my knee, which is shaking. "Viola. Are you sure you're alright?"

I swallow hard against the sudden rush of bile in my throat, and nod forcefully. "I'm fine."

Police officers are milling around, including that new guy, Lorenzo. He's been assigned to Alison's house. We have a cop outside of our house, too, mostly, although there wasn't anyone there tonight.

But I haven't seen so many men in uniforms since the night we escaped, when it seemed like the entire Rosewood police force, and even some officers from the state, surrounded the entrance to that bunker. Memories keep flooding into my head, making me dizzy, and it's getting harder and harder to keep them out.

I'm not so sure I can do this. I glance over my shoulder, hoping that Hanna or Spencer or one of the others – heck, I'd even settle for Sara Harvey – will round the corner, in the same situation that I'm in. Even with my dad sitting next to me, I feel totally alone.

My heartbeat is pounding in my ears. I'm positive that I'm going to be sick. "Dad – " I blurt out, but at that moment a voice cuts me off.

"Miss Vanderwaal?"

Detective Tanner is standing in front of us. "Um, y-yeah," I stammer, not trusting myself to stand. I wonder how pale I look.

"Come with me," she says, not unkindly, and I finally take a breath and rise slowly, impressed with myself when my knees don't even give out. Dad puts his hands on his knees and begins to stand as well, but Tanner clears her throat. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to wait out here."

My dad and I both protest at once. "But – "

"This questioning must be done in private," she says, sounding only minimally apologetic, and gestures for me to follow her down the narrow hallway. I give my father a nervous look and follow before he can stop me. Now that this is actually happening, I'm somehow a little calmer.

I follow Tanner into a small interrogation room. She takes a seat at one end of the table so I sit down across from her. The room is tiny and dark, with only a bulb providing light, and my claustrophobia hits me hard. I'm taken back to that deep hole, and I press my hand to my chest, whirling around.

Tanner raises her eyebrows. "Is everything alright?"

"I'm – no – can we…can we open the door or something?" I stutter, my eyes darting around the little room. No windows and no furniture besides the brown table and chairs. I don't think I can handle this. Not after I've spent the better part of two months stuck in spaces about the size of this.

Tanner looks uncertain, but seems to recognize my panic and relents, walking over to the door and opening it partway. I still can barely see out, but the sliver of light that creeps in eases my panic a little. I lean back against the chair, breathing hard.

"You found him?" I gasp out before the detective has a chance to speak. "The person who kidnapped us?"

"We have a potential suspect," she says coolly, folding her hands on the table.

I can't tell if this is protocol, of if she's being irritating on purpose, but I can't take this anymore. "Who is it?" I practically scream.

"I'm going to tell you," she says slowly, not looking fazed in the slightest by my outburst, "but first I need to ask you a few questions."

I sink down in the chair. I should have known this was coming. The police asked us all a few general questions while we were in the hospital, but I was never questioned directly. I really should have prepared myself for this.

"Did you ever directly see your kidnapper during your two month abduction?" Tanner asks, pulling a small legal pad and pen from the drawer on the side of the table.

I wonder briefly if the others have been questioned, and if they have been, what they told her. I wish I'd asked, so I could make sure my story lined up with theirs.

I shake my head at my own thought process, wanting to punch myself. Who cares? This isn't the time for lying. This is the time to finally let the truth come out. "Yes," I answer cautiously, thinking hard before I say something I might regret. "But just a few times, and never his face. He was always wearing that black hoodie."

"And this outfit concealed his face at all times?"

"He wore a mask," I confirm, remembering the night of our escape, when we ripped down the curtain only to find "A" standing on the other side. I shudder at the recollection of that faceless black mask staring back at me.

Tanner writes for a moment, nodding contemplatively. "So you never came face to face with your kidnapper. You were never able to notice any identifying features?"

I open my mouth to say no once again, but pause. "Yes," I burst out before I can think too hard about it. "The night I was kidnapped at the school. I saw long, blond hair."

The detective's hand freezes above the notepad. "Blond hair?" she repeats, her voice filled with interest. "Really."

"At the time I thought it was Alison," I go on, invigorated now. How many times in the past year have I wanted to do just this, tell the police everything? It's kind of empowering. Take that, Charles. "But now I know it couldn't have been."

"A wig, most likely," Tanner muses, but she makes a note on the pad anyway. "To throw you off of his trail." She pauses, then looks up at me again. "And you're telling me that you're sure, absolutely positive, that you never saw the face of the person behind the mask?"

I'm getting a little sick of this. "I swear," I insist, shaking my head. "None of us did, I don't think. For as long as this has been going on, it's always been that black hoodie."

Tanner is staring at me, her eyes narrowed a bit in thought. I scoot back in my chair, uncomfortable. I wonder if I've said something wrong. After a few long moments, I cough and ask, "So is that it? Are you going to tell me who it is now?"

Finally, Tanner tears her gaze away from mine, shuffling the papers in front of her. "Andrew Campbell was arrested in the woods last night," she says, and my mouth falls open. Andrew Campbell is Charles? "We found links between his family's apple farm and the bunker where you were kept, and he went on the run shortly after the abduction of your friends."

"So…he did it? Andrew's…" I trail off, the word "Charles" on the tip of my tongue. But do the police know about Charles? We burned that video of the apple farm, and as far as I know, that whole room went down in flames. So I clear my throat and end with, "Our kidnapper?"

"Our only evidence against him is circumstantial," Tanner says, "which is why I need to know right now…are you sure that you never caught a glimpse of the face of your tormentor when you were down there?"

I freeze, caught by indecision. It would be so easy. All I'd have to do is lie and tell her that yes, I just remembered, I did see "A's" face once, and it did look suspiciously like Andrew Campbell. And "A" would be out of our lives for good.

But the doubt is gnawing at my stomach. What if he's not? What if the apple farm was a ruse, another way for "A" to throw us off his trail? It's not like he hasn't done it a million times before. Can I really risk an innocent boy being locked up over two pieces of, Tanner's right, circumstantial evidence?

I could, I realize, but the guilt would probably eat me alive. "No," I burst out, decided. "I really didn't."

Tanner makes another note on the pad and nods, standing. "Then I think we're done here, aren't we?" She pushes the door open the rest of the way and gestures for me to exit first.

I practically run down the hallway and my dad jumps up from the bench, hugging me. "Are you alright?" he asks as I pull away.

I take a shaky breath and nod. "Everything's fine. She just had a couple questions."

"You can go," Tanner confirms from behind me. "We'll call if we find new information, or if we require more questioning." As my dad helps me into my jacket, I glance over my shoulder, watching Tanner lean down and mutter something into the little mic on her shoulder.

"Ready to go?" my dad asks, shoving his hands into the pockets of his own jacket.

"Um," I stammer, pulling my eyes away from Tanner. "Yeah."

We start down the hallway toward the doors to the station. Just before I step outside, I hear a door opening behind me, and a gruff voice growls, "Come on, move it."

Startled, I turn. Andrew Campbell has just been led out of a room to the left. His hands are cuffed behind his back and an officer – Barry, I think? – is holding onto his elbow, pushing him in the direction of the interrogation room I just came out of.

I know Tanner said that they don't have any hard evidence against him…but could I actually be looking right at Charles? At "A"? I must make some sort of sound at that possibility, and Andrew glances over, his eyes meeting mine.

I gasp, unable to tear my eyes away as his harden into a glare. He looks furious. And also a little more upset than I would expect a sociopath like "A" to be. But still…is that because he was arrested for a crime he didn't commit…or because he wants his dolls back?

I shudder just as my dad touches my arm. "Viola. What's the matter?"

I turn fully away from Andrew and bound down the steps. "Nothing. Let's get out of here."

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