Behind The Scenes

Deme

Deme drummed her fingers on the table as she hummed. "I'm talking to you!" The detective waved her hand in Deme's face. "And I'm ignoring you." Deme yawned and winked at detective Stilinski. "How does this usually go, don't you usually have two of you?" Deme frowned.

"My partner is on the way." The detective replied. "Alright, you know, I know a lot about these things. You can't keep me for any longer than eight hours and you can only question me for four hours." Deme smiled and pointed to the clock. "And if that time is right, or if my watch is right then you've only got two hours and four more people to get through. Tick, tock." Deme pointed to her watch.

"Why don't you tell me what you know?" Detective Stilinski smiled. "I know that on the other end of that door, there's another detective recording our conversation, I know that your not a natural blonde, oh my gosh, is that a grey hai-"

"I meant what you know about the murders!" Detective Stilinski touched her head self consciously. "Oh, why didn't you say?" Deme chuckled. "I thought it was obvious." Detective Stilinski rolled her eyes and another detective walked through the door,oblivious to Deme.

"Is she not cooperating? Come on Deme, I thought you were better than that!" Detective Collins took a seat. "You saying my name like you know m-" Deme looked at the man sat in front of her and burst out laughing.

"This is a joke right?" Deme giggled. "No, Deme I need you to tell me who killed Reece." Detective Collins put a hand on the table on top of Deme's.

"Aren't you too close to the victim to be on the case?" Deme frowned. "I guess not." Detective Collins shrugged.

"Come on Tyrese, everybody knows you and Reece were as thick as thieves." Deme smiled. "That's why you became one of these pigs right? So you could get justice for your homeboy?" Deme began to giggle.

"If only you knew what that crazy psycho did! Mind you, if you asked me, Brandon deserved what Reece gave him. If Reece didn't do it, trust me, I would've." Deme clenched her fists.

"What did Reece do? What did Brandon do?" Detective Stilinski asked. "Nobody was talking to your nosey ass, I was talking to him." Deme pointed to detective Collins. "Stilinski,you can go interview our other witnesses." Collins waved her off. "But-" Quickly!"

Detective Stilinski shut the door and Deme began to talk. "Look." Deme rolled up her sleeve. "And here." Deme turned around, showing Detective Collins a sea of scars.

"Who did that?" Detective Collins gasped. "Brandon, he kidnapped me and tortured me, he also kidnapped Sanaa's little girl." Deme sighed. "How is Sanaa?" Detective Collins smiled. "She's dead, Brandon's to blame for that."

"So Brandon was a murderer and a kidnapper?" Detective Collins frowned. "Yes and Reece was a crazy psychopath who couldn't get over the thought of Dee leaving him, he killed Brandon." Deme shrugged.

"So let me get this straight, Brandon kidnapped you and a little girl and killed Sanaa and Brandon and Reece killed him?" Collins scratched his head. "So how does the other body fit in to it all?" He frowned.

"That was Sarayah, Brandon's girlfriend, she charged at him with the same knife Reece plunged in to Brandon and Reece made her hit her head." Deme looked at her watch. "Can I go now?"

"Once you tell me who killed Reece." Detective Collins said. Deme stood up and walked out of the room.

"Your time with me is up." Dee chuckled.