Hi all as i was writing this chapter i realized that it should of probably gone on the end of the last chapter so I'm sorry about that. The chapter i originally for this update will now be the next chapter which i was post tomorrow or during the week. Thank guest reviewer for your review i wish you had a account so i could thank you personally I'm interested in who you think the killer is and I'm glad your enjoying the story, Anyway thank you for always taking the time to leave a review it really means a lot to me.

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Chapter 41.

January 26th.

Rick's POV

Rick closed the door to the interview room and pulled out one of the two chairs facing Philip. While he waited for his colleague Jane to show up. Rick looked at Philip the guy was looking everywhere but at him. Most people were unnerved by the interview rooms at Georgia nick, even if they had nothing whatsoever to be worried about. Each room had white walls, uncomfortable plastic chairs, a nailed down table and a large glass mirror along one wall. Even the uninitiated recognized a two way screen when they saw one. Philip Blake looked pale under the harsh strip lighting.

Jane entered the room and took a seat next to Rick.

Rick pushed the button down on the table that would be recording this interview. Before speaking load and clear. "Mr Blake. My name is Detective Inspector Rick Grimes and this is my colleague Jane Bennett, Detective Sergeant.

"I know who you are." Philip replied. "What I don't understand is why I'm here."

"Mr Blake, I'm obliged to advise that this interview is under caution. You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence. Do you understand your rights as they have been explained to you?" Rick asked.

"Yes, I do," Philip said, with a nod of his head.

"Would you like to have legal representation, Mr Blake?" Rick asked.

"No." Blake couldn't seem to take his eyes off the table top.

"I would strongly urge you to reconsider, Mr Blake. You are entitled and are advised to have legal representation."

"No. I don't want it," Philip said, puffing out his chest, looking Rick straight in the eye. "I don't need a lawyer, I done nothing wrong and have nothing to hide." Philip arched his eyebrow as he leaned back into his chest, crossing his arms over his chest.

Rick watched him. Philip was cocky there was no dealt about that.

"Ok, are you ok to continue?" Jane asked.

"Yep."

"Do you know an Amy Wells?" Rick asked.

"No."

"What about, Lilly Chambler? Rosita Espinosa? or a Hayley Sawyer?"

"No."

"None of names ring a bell for you?"

"Nope."

"Where was you Friday night and earlier hours of Saturday morning. Between 12.00AM- 6.99AM."

"Home in bed."

"Can anyone vouch for you?"

"Nope."

"Can you tell me your whereabouts for January 18th, January 21st, January 23."

"Can't remember, slept since then."

"Mr Blake, can you please take this seriously. I talking about four woman who have lost their lives. Have been murder."

"I think I was at home on them dates."

"Do you have an alibi for any of dates I've asked you about?"

"Why do I need an alibi for? I have done nothing wrong."

"Where do you go after you left Dixie's Friday night?" Rick asked.

"How do know I was at Dixie's?"

"Because I was there, I saw you drinking at the bar." Rick said as he narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, I went for a walk, than went home."

"Did you see or talk to anyone on this walk?"

"Nope."

"We have a witness that puts you at the scene of crime, earlier hours of Saturday morning. You sure you don't know an Amy Wells?"

"No, I've already told you. What witness?"

"Just a witness."

"Well they lying." Philip smirked.

Rick banged the palms of his hands down onto the table, making it shake and Jane who was sitting next to him jump. They had been in this interrogation room for hours questioning Philip and getting nowhere. Rick was dangerously close to losing his last rag, they finally had the guy, the killer but without a confession they couldn't change him. Philip wasn't talking.

"Look here Mr Blake." Rick though gritted teeth, Anger flashing in his eyes as he leaned forward over the table. "I have four dead girls, One witness that places you at the scene of the crime. You have no alibi, or can't remember where you were on some of dates and your telling me you know nothing not a thing. I not paying it, I think it's time you start telling me the truth don't you?"

"I want a lawyer."

"Mr Blake has requested legal counsel. Interview suspended at…16.00PM." He nodded at Jane as he stopped the tape. "We speak again, Mr Blake."

As Rick walked out of the room and closed the door be hide him he felt his shoulders tighten once more. He was meant to come out of this interview with answer or at least a confession. Instead he got nothing, not a thing.

"You ok sir?" Jane asked with concern in her eyes.

"I'm good Jane, let me know when Mr Blake's lawyer turns up, I be in my office."

"Of course sir."

Rick walked into his office, closing the door be hide him. He took a seat in his chair at his desk. He let his head hang forward and closed his eyes, he was beyond tried both physical and mental. When he first got the call earlier about a witness seeing Philip Blake at the crime scene he really thought he had the guy, the killer. But Philip wasn't providing him with any answers at all, he knew Philip was hiding something you could tell by the way he was acting. Normally if you had nothing to hide than you didn't mind answering a few simple basic questions. Truth be told it wasn't that Philip wasn't answering because he was if you could count no or nope as an answer. It wasn't just the answers that had Rick thinking he was hiding something, it was his whole attitude and body language one minute he was pale, than cocky and now he was acting defensively and asking for a lawyer, which he was entitled to and had every right to ask for one. But Philip hadn't wanted a lawyer at first saying he had nothing to hide and done nothing wrong, but now after hearing there was a witness the guy was lawyering up which defiantly showed he was hiding something.