Chapter 46 Interrogation of Mr. Young
As the police vehicle came to a halt in front of the station, the sirens‘ blare stopped. The buzz of the engine ceased, and the car’s door opened, Sebastian Young emerged with two officers, his wrists firmly cuffed behind his back and his attention shifted, adapting to the mayhem
that lay ahead.
Reporters and interviewers flocked to the site, as flashes of light burst in the dark evening. Voices overlapped in a clamor of inquiries, microphones were thrust forward, and cameras clicked quickly one after the other,
“Mr. Young! Is it true you killed Emily Roberts?”
“Why were you at her wedding in the first place?”
“Do you have any regrets, Sebastian?”
“Was this revenge for the incident she caused?”
“How do you feel knowing your life is ruined?”
“Do you have a statement for Madeline Graves?”
Sebastian’s jaw tightened as he tried to ignore the flurry of questions, squinting against the dazzling flashes. As firmly but cautiously as they could, the officers on each side of him pushed through the crowd,
“Step back!” one of the officers barked,
“Let us through!”
The reporters, however, persisted in their efforts to get closer. A reporter succeeded in pushing her microphone just a few inches away from Sebastian’s face,
“Sebastian, do you deny the allegations? What exactly is your relationship with Emily
Roberts?”
His expression was one of weariness and exasperation, and he said nothing,
“Move!” the officer closest to him yelled, warningly placing his hand on his holster. The officers reluctantly escorted Sebastian inside after the mob finally gave way. Behind them, the station’s thick doors closed, drowning out the sounds of the throng outside.
There was no less tension inside, officers were moving quickly, with several of them giving the man at the heart of the medla frenzy odd looks.
Sebastian was escorted into an interrogation room and down a clean corridor. One fluorescent bulb hummed overhead, and the walls were painted a drab gray. When one of the cops went out to get the lead interrogator, he was sitting at a metal table with his handcuffs still in place.
interrogation at Mr. Young
After a few minutes, the door opened and an officer entered holding a tiny file. He took the seat opposite him, towering and broad–shouldered, his keen eyes searching Sebastian. With a purposeful thud, he dropped the file upon the table,
“Okay. What do we have here?” he began, flipping the file open. His tone was casual but carried an edge of mockery,
“Sebastian Young” he read aloud,
“Lease and property manager at a prestigious real estate firm. That’s impressive, good job, nice suits, respectable life… or so it seems” He turned the page and continued.
“Engaged to Madeline Graves, but she disappears and, oh, surprise… she’s spotted cozying up to your boss, that’s a rough one”
“And then we have Emily Roberts, twenty–seven years old. Spirited, unpredictable, and by all accounts, absolutely wild. Your mistress, if we’re being polite” He leaned forward slightly,
“She embarrassed you at that party, didn’t she? Publicly aired all your dirty laundry, must’ve stung. Then there was the little accident you two were involved in. And now…”
Sebastian exhaled sharply, cutting him off,
“I didn’t kill her”
Davies raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair,
“Nobody said you did” His tone was coy, almost amused
“I didn’t kill her” Sebastian repeated firmly, his voice tinged with frustration.
“Relax” Davies said, holding up a hand,
“We’re just talking here. But since you brought it up… if you didn’t kill her, then who did?”
Sebastian hesitated, lowering his gaze to the table,
“I don’t know, I didn’t see his face”
Davies chuckled, shaking his head,
“That’s a little hard to believe. You just happened to be at her wedding, moments before she winds up wounded and unconscious? Sounds like more than a coincidence to me”
“I wasn’t there to hurt her” Sebastian said, his voice rising slightly,
Davies leaned forward again, his eyes narrowing,
“Then what were you doing there?”
Sebastian hesitated again, the weight of the situation pressing down on him,
“I wanted to talk to her” he finally admitted.
“Talk to her” Davies repeated, his tone dripping with skepticism,
“About what, exactly? How you hit her with your car and almost ended her life? Or maybe how sher
ruined yours by exposing your affair?”
“It was an accident” Sebastian said through gritted teeth,
“An accident” Davies echoed mockingly,
“And then, when you realized the accident didn’t finish the job, you went to her wedding to make sure it was done, huh?”
“That’s not true!” Sebastian snapped, his voice filled with anger,
“I didn’t kill her”
Davies stared at him in a calculative manner, a sly smile on his face.
Sebastian closed his eyes briefly, his shoulders slumping,
“I want my lawyer” he said quietly.
Davies leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable,
“Oh, you’ll get your lawyer” he said after a moment,
“But lawyer or no lawyer, I’m going to get to the bottom of this. The evidence is more than enough to put you away for a good long time… you’re looking at thirty, fifty years, maybe. even life. So if you want to help yourself, now’s the time to start talking”
Sebastian remained silent, staring at the table,
Davies sighed, his tone growing colder,
“So tell me, what happened to Emily Roberts, Sebastian?
“I don’t know” Sebastian whispered,
“You just said someone else was there” Davies said sharply, slamming his hand on the table,
“Yes, but I didn’t see his face!” Sebastian insisted, his voice breaking.
Davies gazed at him for a long time, his sharp eyes looking for any hint of dishonesty. At last, he leaned back and let out a long, deep breath,
“Fine” he said, his voice laced with frustration, “Have it your way”
Chapter 47–Weight of Doubt
