Alarick and Maurice arrived at the station with Avon in tow. Avon had already been carried in and taken to the interrogation room for questioning while Maurice held Alarick back to speak to him."I know you're going to come in with me to ask Avon questions, I won't deny you that right. I only have one rule for you to follow. No threatening. Not like last time."Alarick nodded in agreement before he and Maurice went to the interrogation room. Avon was seated down looking at the 2 way glass mirror in the room. He turned to the men as soon as they walked in. Avon glanced at Alarick with aversion and turned away. Alarick took his seat as Maurice spoke while he did the same."You would have to cooperate with us if you want a light sentence." "Tch. What made you think I want a sentence at all?""We already have you. You're meant to be in a prison cell right now but you're here. Don't you know what that means? You might still have a chance." Maurice continued, trying to goad him into ratt
Alarick sat on his bed immediately after he had had his shower. He had told the chefs to give Charlotte some food as he would go back to the guest room to interrogate her later tonight. He rubbed his head with the still damp towel on his shoulders and sighed. The day had been a long day. From getting Charlotte to chasing Avon and then the press release. He was tired. Alarick's eyes slowly started to close. He opened them again, willing himself to stay awake. He had to interrogate Charlotte. There was no time. His eyes fluttered shut again. His brain and his body were fighting but it seemed that his body had won the war as Alarick drifted off to sleep.The sound of his phone ringing brought Alarick out of his slumber. He rubbed his eyes and checked his phone that laid beside him on the bed from where he had thrown it earlier. Alarick was annoyed that his sleep was cut even though he had something to do. He groggily got up from bed. Who the hell was calling him this early in the morn
Alarick brought out a recorder from a drawer that he had told one of the guards to stash earlier. He turned it on and held onto it."For the record, Charlotte Winslow is the culprit here and I will be asking some questions relating to the death of her father, Jonathan Winslow and the attack on Cillian King and his company.” He first spoke into the recorder since he planned to use it as evidence later then he spoke to Charlotte. “I'm going to start with an easy one. How do you know Dylan McCaffrey and the rest of his accomplices?"Charlotte folded her arms and gave Alarick a menacing look."I don't know them.""Stringer is in custody now. Do you know what that would do for you? Lies won’t help you at this point.""I don't know who this stringer is and frankly I don't care."Alarick watched her closely for any tell tale sign. Charlotte didn't give any."How did you get in touch with them?""I didn't.""When did you start planning this? Was it before or after you got in touch with your
"How are we going to catch the murderer here?" Maurice said.Alarick frowned but had resolved his mind. Even though this was a police station, a criminal, a murderer even was hiding among them. They had to put the station on lockdown. "We have to lock down the whole building. No one goes in or out.""You want to trap all of us here with the person that just murdered Avon. What if they lask out again? Do you even think the officers would allow this?"Alarick tried to reason with Maurice."I can't do anything but you work here Maurice. We outnumber the murderer about 20 to 1. Even if they wanted to do anything they wouldn't be able to. This could be our only chance to catch the person helping Dylan, especially when he just had one of his men killed for being caught. The officers will listen to you so, convince them."Maurice conceded to Alarick and addressed the slightly panicked and discombobulated officers that filled the room."Can I have everyone's attention please."The officers i
"Hey! Let go of me!"The shouting voice filled the hallway as Alarick and Maurice went back to the main room where all the officers were waiting.Alarick's eyes landed on the same man from the video, Matt being dragged towards the center of the room by Craig and Allison. Finally, It was time to get some answers.Everyone in the room watched on as Matt kept on shouting. Alarick and Maurice walked over to Craig and Allison. Matt looked at Maurice with shock written all over his face."Maurice, what's going on? Tell them to release me."Maurice shook his head."I can't do that. You know what you did and you need to face the consequences."Maurice turned to everyone else in the room. "I know it may be hard for some of you to hear this but we found the murderer. It's Matt. He poisoned the water he gave to the prisoner to get rid of him."Collective gasps peppered the room. Officer Winowa Presley spoke up. She spoke up because she believed that Matt was innocent but mostly because they wer
Alarick and Maurice went to the main room where the group of morose looking officers sat. They all had a look of betrayal written on their face. As Alarick passed some of them he could hear their whispered conversations."Did he really do it though?""You saw the tape. It had to be him.""But we know Matt, this just doesn't seem plausible.""I guess we didn't know him at all. I just pity Winowa. She was really in love with him. I…"Alarick walked out of earshot but could still hear the sound of murmuring when Allison walked up to him and Maurice. Allison spoke to Maurice."You called me sir."Maurice handed Allison the keys he had gotten from Wales earlier."Yes. Please remove all the locks around the station."Allison took the keys and left. Maurice addressed the officers in the room. The officers noticed him and gave him all their attention."Everyone, what we've gone through today is hard, for some more than others. Let this be a lesson to everyone to abide by the law. There isn't
Alarick barged into the guest room where Charlotte was being held. He held a VCR in his hands and dropped it on the side table. Charlotte stood in shock at his abrupt entry. He walked closer to her causing her to scuffle backwards."What are you doing?""Are you ready to talk?" Alarick asked.Charlotte folded her arms and sat down on the bed."I have nothing to say to you.""Maybe you will when you see what I have."Alarick turned on the television and plopped in the tape. The screen turned on and Charlotte's face popped up. The video showed when Dylan walked over to her table and joined her. Alarick watched Charlotte as she looked dumbfounded. She started to wave her hands."No. Alarick, this isn't what it looks like."Alarick pointed at her accusingly. "I knew you were full of shit. You were seeing Dylan, at the Cafe near your firm. There is literally evidence to prove it." "I swear, that isn't what happened. I did see him, yes but I didn't contact him to come."Alarick scoffed.
Alarick pulled up to Scarlett's mansion in a black Jaeger tuxedo without the tie and matched it with a complementary Jaeger-LeCoultre wrist watch. He wondered if what he was doing was right. Yes, Scarlett helped him out and this was meant to be his payment but taking another man's wife to dinner just seemed wrong. Should he go back before she even noticed he had arrived? That wouldn't be right either. Alarick decided to just take her out. After all it was just dinner. Plus he had already booked a reservation at the restaurant and opted for the VIP treatment.He pressed the doorbell and the house rings with the tune. A minute later one of Scarlett's staff opened the door and allowed Alarick to enter inside the house."Welcome sir. You can wait here for Mrs Scarlett. She will be down in a second. Do you want any refreshments sir? A glass of Pinot noir perhaps?" Alarick shook his head."No, thank you."The staff showed him to a waiting room and left shortly after. Alarick took a seat a