Caged Bird | ✔

Chapter Seventeen

''Hi I am detective Ambrose'' the tall woman introduces herself with her hand against her chest. She approaches me in the dimly lit room, and I take in as much of her appearance as possible; her light blue shirt tucked into her trousers, her badge clipped onto the side of her belt, and her hair pulled up in such a tight ponytail, I wonder if her hair roots are screaming to be released

I look up to her, my eyes following her as she comes closer to me. There is nothing in the room besides two silver chairs and a silver table in front of me that I am handcuffed to

She pulls the chair back, the metal scraping against the floor, before she sits down

''You are believed to be the last person who saw Mr Cross alive –'' she trails off, looking to me as if she is waiting for me to practically confess

I just need to be patient until this whole thing is all cleared up and Damien comes out from wherever he is. I want to assure the detective that he is not dead, he is probably just somewhere,- he has a knack for disappearing after all

''I do not even know what's going on'' I say, which is true, no one has given me so much as a proper explanation since I was put in the back seat of the police vehicle

The detective sighs like she is annoyed at me

''you are here because Damien was found dead last night'' she states, her voice void of any information ''does this ring –''

''impossible'' I cut her off unintentionally, the words having forced their way out of my mouth

She looks to me, like I need to explain my response of such passion on the matter

''How sure are you its Damien?'' I challenge

This awards me with another annoyed look from her

''Miss Thompson remember you are in custody, I ask the questions here'' she clarifies

I fall back into my chair

It is impossible that Damien was found dead; I saw him yesterday, how could he have gotten himself killed in such a short amount of time? it must be someone else that looks like him

''What were you doing with Damien Cross at the Redfield resort last night?''

How does she know I was there? How does she know he was there?

I am shocked that she knows such a personal detail of my life, She looks to me as if sensing my internal struggle

''We know about yours and Damien's affair''

''what?'' I exclaim unable to stop myself, confirming that we are indeed having an affair

She lifts up her hand as if to calm me down after my outburst

''We had a warrant to search your phone, we have seen the texts Miss Thompson. We also have access to Mr Cross's phone, and the texts between Mr Cross and his wife also confirm that you were sleeping with Mr cross –''

I'm shocked into silence

''now I am going to ask you again, why were you at the Redfield resort last night?'' Detective Ambrose asks slowly, as if I have a mental inability to understand simple questions

Well if the police know about the affair, there is no point in lying or denying it

I sigh

''I was meeting Damien –'' I begin

''And what did you do there?'' she asks barely giving me a second to get a full sentence out of my mouth