Suspicions

The room was quite plain as a manner of speaking, with four white walls. The one on his back contained the door while the one he was facing had a one-way mirror and just on top of it, a single camera facing him.

There was one metallic table that was bolted to the floor and three seats. He currently occupied one of them his hands cuffed on the table. He was totally calm despite his inner turmoil, the bright light above him did nothing to calm his nerves.

Assessing his situation, his painful wounds had ceased their throb. He couldn't even feel a sting when he tried flexing his calf muscles or his triceps. The assholes called the paramedics only when they reached the station where they gave him a rabies shot after he told them he never had one, before his wounds were dressed and the bleeding stopped.

They were all then stuffed into one large cell and picked one by one for processing before they were put into other cells. His turn reached and he was taken to the processing area, his prints taken, a mugshot in which he couldn't resist smiling after imagining how the nuns back at school would react after they realize their prized pupil couldn't last three days without being arrested.

The door behind him opened and two officers walked in, they wore civilian clothing, so he guessed they were detectives. They sat at the remaining seats opposite him with the female one dropping a file on the table.

"Mr. Storm, I'm Detective Ross and this is Detective Kyle. I must you aren't quite what we expected."

"What did you expect?"

"Someone not clean, I pulled every record of you going way back to your early high school years, it's all spotless. That is until now."

"What am I being arrested for?"

"Good question. Let's recapture the events over the last three hours. We bust you and a group other of drug addicts—"

"I don't do drugs."

"We'll get to that shortly. After we storm the place, we arrest several people including you, but that's after that you managed to kill a guard dog and dislocated one of our officer's shoulder." Raymond's eyes grew wide. "I swear I meant no harm; I only grabbed the dog out of reflex for biting me, and I don't remember attacking the officer after he tackled me to the ground."

"Well that's not what the officer recounted, and thanks to a bodycam footage, he was right so more than you. And as for the dog, you ran prompting them to chase you."

"I was scared, what did you want me to do? Face my fears, it may work in the movies, but in the real-world self-preservation trumps courage."

Detective Ross just smiled, "are you planning on using that argument in court?"

"If I know what I'm being charged with."

"You are being charged with evading and resisting arrest. You are lucky your blood tests came clean otherwise we could have charged you with substance abuse. Now is your time to call your lawyer."

"I don't have one."

"We shall get one for you."

"I don't want one,"

"Why is that?" Ross frowned.

"I want to keep everything quiet."

The male cop this time was the one to smile. "Want to preserve appearances of the perfect student are we."

"Something like that."

"Fine with me. Since you're cooperative, mind explaining how you did all that stuff."

"What stuff?"

"The one that my partner here just pointed out; you almost outran our dogs. Were it not for the chaos slowing you down I have a feeling they wouldn't have caught you. You will agree with me that, that isn't normal in the scope of human capabilities, even Bolt couldn't possibly pull off what you did back there.

"Also, forensics came back, Digs, yes the dog has a name. His neck was completely crushed in a way one would if they used a large plumbing wrench, quite the muscles you got there."

Detective Kyle paused for effect, "And the weird part that my partner left out is the officer's arm you dislocated tried stunning you twice with no success.

"At first, we too thought his gun was faulty, so we used it on one of the drunks in there, and it dropped him. I should mention he was quite bigger than you. Finally, there is the problem he faced when restraining you.

"You managed to dislocate his shoulder while you were lying on your stomach." Detective Kyle raised his right eyebrow. Ray just stared.

"Mind explaining?"

"I don't know. I was drunk and scared. I have never been arrested or chased by dogs before. I guess adrenaline must have kicked in,"

"Funny, there's no trace of alcohol in your system. Like you said real life doesn't allow stuff like that to happen, adrenaline or not, it's beyond human capabilities even for someone of your size." "I don't have any superpowers if that's what you guys think."

"Good, then you won't mind telling us what drugs you're on, new stuff in the market? Is that why we couldn't trace it?" The male cop leaned closer as if to get an admission from Raymond.

"I don't know what you guys are talking about. I don't do drugs, scratch that, I've never tried drugs in my life. If you want more blood to prove that, take it." He said raising his arms to present his inner elbows.

"Mr. Storm, no one is calling you an addict, but you got to admit something doesn't smell right here?" Detective Ross intervened, "best you tell us right now, and we can cut you a deal, we want the supplier, not you."

'What the fuck!' was all Raymond could say, mentally. He couldn't believe these guys suspected him of drug abuse.

"Look I know you guys are looking for someone to put away," the Detective Kyle frowned at that. "But I swear I'm not your guy. I swear to God I have never done drugs before and I don't plan on doing any after this even though I still wouldn't try it if I hadn't been arrested."

"Listen boy scout, we're going to keep you locked in here for as long as we dim fit, we've got DEA agents coming with better screening equipment, and we are going to find what makes you tick. Nobody should be able to do what you did." Detective Kyle growled.

Raymond became impatient. "I didn't do anything."

Detective Kyle stood up and threw a pair of cuffs that Ray hadn't noticed when they came in. "Oh really! And what would you say about those cuffs?"

Raymond shifted his head to pay a much closer attention. The cuffs were slightly bent where they met the wrists, and the link connecting them was almost snapped in two. Raymond's eyes grew wide.

He lost all his wit. He didn't know what to say anymore, and he opted to shut up.

"That's right," the Detective Kyle went around the table and leaned to whisper directly into his ears, "you've got two options kid. Tell us what we want, or we find it on our own, and we put you away for a good chunk of your young life. There won't be any more hot blondes for you in there, but with a wig and a little makeup you will be one to them, inmates.

"You've got a bright future ahead of you kid, don't waste it, it's going to break the hearts of those nuns back home. Do you really want that?"

After he finished, he rose and went back to his seat to await his answer.

"I want my lawyer."

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"We need more time, he'll fold."

"I know but he has a right to get a lawyer, and we can't deny that."

"Fuck that. Something is not right about him,"

"I agree, but we do this my way this time."

"Fine."

They then stepped away from the door leading to the interrogation room. The two marched back to their office. "Great. Call the institution he grew up in. It should give him some pressure."

"You're making it personal again, Jeremy."

"Okay, okay. We do as you say, promise."

"Good. But I like your idea though."

That was all she said before they got into their joint office and Lucy picked up the phone to make a call. An hour and a half later, a tall woman in heels, dressed in a business suit walked in and went straight to the Captain's office and five minutes later the Captain walked out with the lady before he escorted the lady into the detective's office.

"Detectives, this young lady here claims to be one of the suspect's lawyer. See if you can get her in touch with him." The captain finished before shaking the lady's hand and left.

"Hi, I'm Detective Kyle, and she is Detective Ross,"

"Adrastea from Xena Law firm. I'm here to see my client by the name Raymond Storm."

"Oh, he is in interrogation room three, right at the end of the hallway."

"If you don't mind, I'd like a moment alone with my client."

They both nodded their heads in unison before Adrastea went out.

"Well, there goes our shot at answers," Kyle said after the lawyer left.

"We still have fifteen more to go."

"You think they'll crack?"

"Only one way to find out," Ross replied as she picked up another file before she and Kyle went to their next suspect.