His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story -
Chapter 210
Chapter 210
Chapter 210: The Interrogation
Moana
When we arrived at the police station, Edrick helped me out of the cop car and held me closelyas we walked inside.
Once we were inside, I immediately noticed that the other people who were there suddenly gotvery quiet and started giving Edrick and I strange looks. I tried to ignore it, but it was hard to dothat when I had spent the last two days at work being whispered about. Only this time, I didn’tknow whether they were whispering about my “unluckiness” as a late bloomer or whether theywere whispering about the warehouse incident.
Either way, I felt myself getting somewhat sick as the officer led us down a narrow andfluorescent-lit hallway to the interrogation room.
We stopped outside the door and he opened it, letting me in. It was a small room with a metaltable in the center, a couple of chairs, and a fluorescent light on the ceiling. I could see acamera in the corner of the ceiling and a “mirror”, which I was certain was a one-way mirror. Iinstantly felt even more sick as I wondered just how many people were watching this.
Suddenly, just as Edrick was coming in after me, the officer stopped him.
“Sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to wait outside,” he said. He sounded amicable, but hiswords made me nervous, and I could tell that Edric was just as nervous.
“You promised that I could be with her,” Edrick said somewhat angrily. “Why can’t I be with her now?”
“I said that you could come to the station with her,” the officer clarified. “But the interview needs to becompleted with just her. She’ll be fine; this will only take a short while.”
Edrick looked at me with concern in his eyes. I felt terrified, but I hid it well and nodded at him, evengoing so far as to shoot him a reassuring smile before the officer closed the door.
“Take a seat,” the officer said, gesturing to one of the chairs. I sat down sheepishly, holding my purse inmy lap as he sat across from me and pulled out a notebook. “Now… Let’s begin. Can you tell me, inyour own words, what happened that night before the police arrived at the scene of the crime?”
“Y-Yes,” I replied. Slowly, I began to recount my experience that night. I started with the taxi ride,followed by discovering that Kelly was actually driving the taxi. But then, just as I was about to tell theofficer how I was hit in the head and woke up in the warehouse, he stopped me.
“Hold on,” he said, holding his hand out as he furrowed his brow. “You said that you took a taxi at…”
“Midnight,” I said.
“Why were you taking your daughter in a taxi headed away from Mr. Morgan’s penthouse at midnight?”
As the officer asked this question, I swallowed. I didn’t know where to begin… If I revealed everythingabout Olivia, then it would potentially mean that the fact that I wasn’t Ella’s biological mother would berevealed to the public, which could cause a lot of problems. Not only that, but it could potentially get mein trouble for an attempted kidnapping. Of course I knew that Edrick wouldn’t press charges, but onceagain, that sort of information being given to the public could be disastrous.
“I… I…” I stammered, my heart racing. I felt myself get even more sick.
“We’ll come back to that,” the officer said. “I’m sorry for interrupting your story. You can continue now.”
Swallowing again, I started to tell the rest of the story. I told the officer about how I was hit in the head,and how Ella tried to run away. I then told him about waking up in the warehouse, tied to a chair withElla beside me, a bright white spotlight in my eyes, and a… a…
Suddenly, I felt even more sick as I tried to say the word that I couldn’t seem to get out: gun.
“Are you alright, Miss Fowler?” the officer asked. “Keep telling your story.”
“I-I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “He was holding a… a g-gun…”
As I spoke, I felt my vision begin to fade. The image of Ethan’s twisted grin while he held the gun up tomy head flashed through my mind. I felt myself slipping away from reality, being transported back tothat horrible night. I saw Ella’s sleeping little body tied up to that metal chair. I saw Edrick’s head splitopen, blood pooling up on the floor around him. I saw Kelly, turning around in the driver’s seat,sneering at me as she went on a tirade about killing us. I felt Ella burying herself in my side, and Iheard her little terrified sobs.
“Ma’am?” the officer said. “I need you to cooperate, otherwise this is going to take a long time…”
“R-Right,” I said, snapping back to reality for a few brief moments while beads of sweat began to format the nape of my neck. “As I was saying, he was holding a gun to my head, and there was a brightlight… H-He told me that he was going to kill me and Ella because he w-wanted Edrick to suffer…”
Once again, my voice faltered. My throat felt dry and cracked, and I reached for the glass of watersitting in front of me. I drank several gulps, but it didn’t help.
“Suffer for what?” the officer urged. “Did Edrick do anything to Ethan at any point?”
I shook my head. “No, that’s the thing,” I replied. “Edrick didn’t do anything. Ethan’s motherkilled herself… Well, Michael probably did it, in all reality…”
The officer furrowed his brow and wrote furiously on his notepad. “Michael who?” he asked.
I felt my eyes widen. I had said too much. “M-Michael Morgan,” I replied.
“Hold on.” The officer set his pen down and folded his arms across his chest. “That’s a veryserious accusation, Miss Fowler,” he said. “Are you accusing Michael Morgan of murderingEthan’s mother?”
This was too much. I suddenly shook my head, feeling shame for bringing it up. I had said toomuch, and for all I knew, Michael was connected to people in the police department. Ethan hadsaid that his mother’s murder was covered up. What if the cops helped? What if they would tellMichael that I was trying to rat him out?
As all of this whirled around in my head, I felt myself getting more and more dizzy. Suddenly, Ifelt as though I would throw up. I stood, clamping my hand over my mouth as vomit began tobubble up. The officer jumped up as well; he was saying something with a worried look on hisface and was holding his hands out to me, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying over theringing in my ears.
“I-I don’t feel so w-well…” I murmured. I saw a flash of Ethan’s face. Ethan was the cop! No… Iwas just seeing things… I looked up at the mirror then, and jumped when I saw Ethan standingbehind me, holding the gun to my head. I whirled around, but he wasn’t there. I startedhyperventilating.
“Miss Fowler? Miss Fowler!” the officer said.
My knees buckled under me, and everything went dark.
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