Conspiricy

Rachel

I pull into the station, happy our little road trip is over. The cabbie has been blabbering non-stop since I threw him in the car. I'm usually happy when suspects talk, but not when they say the same thing over and over. Especially not in a high-pitched, whiny voice.

"Let's go," I say. Grabbing his arm, I lead him towards the building. My headache seems to worsen with every step.

"I'm innocent, I tell you, innocent."

"I heard you the first thousand times you said it," I snap, shoving him down the hall.

"Who do you have here, Sergeant?" Jerry asks, glancing up from his desk.

"This is James Kirkland, the cabbie who supposedly took Julia to and from this place. Take him to room two. I'll be right there," I say, fishing through my desk drawer for an aspirin. Opening the bottle, I pop a few into my mouth.

"Gave you a headache, did he?" Jerry chuckles.

"A migraine from hell."

"I'm innocent, innocent, I tell you," James cries.