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Authors: James Kipling
aback for a moment, he asked, “Why do you think I would test positive for only one drug?”
    “Because I know methamphetamine is your favorite.”
    “And why would you say something like that?”
    “I told you, I have you all figured out and I know everything about you. That’s why I know you killed that girl today.”
    As she spoke, she kept searching his face for any indicator that she was on the right path. But he gave her nothing.
    “And you did not kill her randomly, but because she must have stumbled across something and you thought she was a threat to you.”
    He sprang up out of the chair. “How many times must I tell you I did not kill her?” He shouted. He moved toward her.
    The door burst open and Pierce entered the room and grabbed Quincy and forced him back down into the seat. He then beckoned to Chelsea to go. But she did not.
    “Just give me another minute, Pierce, please.”
    “Then I’m going to stay.”
    She looked at Justin and waited for him to say something, anything, now that he was goaded.
    It was not long in coming.
    “You pigs think you know everything! Well, you don’t. You are just trying to pin this on me so you can say it’s been solved. None of you have any idea what you are doing. You’re just looking for a scapegoat. Well, it isn’t going to work this time. I demand to be released. You have nothing on me.”
    “Not yet.” Chelsea replied.
“I say, you have no reason to detain me, bitch! I know my rights!”
    “True, but how do you explain her blood being on your clothes? The lab test just confirmed that.” Pierce told him.
    He quietened down a little and changed his belligerent tone.
    “I am going to say this once, and you’d better believe me for it is true. Early that morning as I went to take out the trash I looked over the park in the faint morning light. I thought I saw someone bending menacingly over another person on the ground. I thought it looked suspicious and so I shouted. The person ran off and when I went to look I saw her lying on the ground. She was on her side and not moving. I turned her over for a closer look. There was blood everywhere. That’s when I called the cops and disappeared. With my record, I did not want to get involved. If I was the murderer, do you think I would have called you guys?”
    Pierce looked at Chelsea who returned his gaze. What Quincy said sounded plausible. But one never knows with these criminal types. They have been in and out of the system so many times that they knew how to tell a good story.
    “Maybe it was your guilt at murdering a complete stranger why you did make that call,” Chelsea said.
    It was only the strong arms of Pierce restraining him that kept Quincy from leaping across the table and grabbing her by the throat. This did not prevent him from speaking his mind.
    “For your information, Ashlee Thompson was not a stranger and, even though I didn’t do it, she got what was coming to her! You said you know all about me? Well, I know a thing or two about you too. How about the fact that both your parents were murdered and nobody is yet able to find their killers?”
    The words stung her like a hard slap to the face. She took a deep breath and almost staggered under the verbal assault.
    Pierce saw what was happening. “Chelsea, you’d better go, I’ll handle it from here.”
    It was a command not a suggestion. This time she obeyed. She needed time to think, to process what she had just heard. Her chest tightened and her heart pounded with a mixture of fear and confusion. Somehow, she found the strength to walk out of the investigation room.

Chapter Five
    I think we must safely trust a good deal more than we do. ~ Henry David Thoreau
    A confused Chelsea almost staggered back to her desk. What did Quincy mean? How did he know about her parents’ unsolved murders? What else did he know about her? Could he be that unknown caller?
    Not knowing what else to do, she flipped on the computer and started searching.

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