Conflicting orders - Connor X Reader

Griffen stortum...

None of the androids in the kitchen knew anything.

Connor interrogated them all and even probed their memories. Nothing.

None of them were deviants.

Where could it possibly have gone? It wouldn't have made it anywhere covered in the blood of three people.

Connor, for the first time in a long time, was stumped.

They sat in a guest room to think. It was nice in there. There were some snacks laid out for the officers and comfy furniture.

Hank was having a conversation with Ben and another officer.

And Connor stood in the corner, presumably thinking.

Meanwhile, you were focused on making it to the garden.

It's not like the deviant could come up and attack you with so many officers around.

You tried just walking out, but of course, Connor stopped you.

"Where are you going?" he spoke from behind you.

"I... have to pee, Connor, jeez." You squinted your eyes at him. "Ya try to be discreet around here..." you muttered, pushing past Connor.

"The bathroom is that way, Y/N," Connor raised a brow, pointing in the opposite direction you were going.

"I knew that," you said, turning around and walking the way he pointed. It was a minor setback in your plan, but you'd find a way around it. And luckily for you, the bathroom had a window that led out into the backyard.

It was just really high. You slowly and carefully climbed down the side of the wall, trying not to look down. When you eventually made it down, you had to take a minute to ease the anxiety burning inside of you. You'd never do that shit again, that's for sure. You made your way over to the garden where Griffen said to meet him.

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Connor's LED spun for a moment, replaying Griffen's testimony in his head. Something about the man just didn't sit right with him.

He walked up to Hank, interrupting his conversation.

"Excuse me, Hank, could I see you for a moment?" Connor said, gesturing for Hank to follow him.

He led him back to the corner he was in before, leaning on the wall.

"Something about Mr. Stortum isn't sitting right with me..." he spoke in a hushed tone so the other officers couldn't hear.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Sad to see he's got Y/N fooled though."

"I don't think this is a deviant case, Hank." He leaned in closer. "I think this is just a regular homicide."

"Really now? Well then, tell me what you've got."

Connor led Hank back to the scene of the crime and began to explain.

"Mr. Stortum lied in his testimony. He was overseas until midnight yesterday, as shown in his travel records. From the time it takes to get from the airport, to here He would have returned home around the time of the murder. I've analyzed everything here over a thousand times, and this is the only scenario that makes any sense." Connor walked over to the two bodies lying in the bed.

"Mrs. Stortum was having an affair with Ms. Wren. Upon returning home, Mr. Stortum caught the two in bed. Blinded by rage, he killed the pair in cold blood." He walked over to the body in the doorway.

"However, Mr. Stortum was unaware the women called for one of the maids to bring in some wine. When she witnessed the murder, Mr. Stortum had to kill her too. When she tried to escape, he slit her throat and then blamed it all on a deviant"