A3Writer: F3 First Interrogation
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Friday, January 4, 2013

F3 First Interrogation

            “So, where’s your brother?”
            “He ain’t my responsibility. You want him, go look for him. He’s out with his sheep for all I know.” He leaned back, cocky. A little too cocky for his own good.
            “I ain’t playing, son. You were the last one to see him. Your parents remember seeing you with him. So I got two witnesses that put you with him. What do you say about that?”
            “I ain’t saying nothing. You got nothing on me.”
            “That’s where you’re wrong, Junior. See, I found his blood. The earth cried out because of the blood. Didn’t know that, did ya, smart guy? Thought you could just stick a knife in him, walk away, and no one would be the wiser. Well, you’re wrong, and you’re going to pay for it.”
            The cockiness faded, and eyes started darting around. “W—what are you going to do?”
            I leaned back. “You afraid, Junior? Think you’re going to go through what your brother did? That would be justice, right? You take his life, now you give yours up to balance things, huh?”
            He shuddered, rubbing his arms as much as the cuffs would allow.
            “Well, you should be afraid. That’s too good for you. But it’s real simple. You gotta wear this,” I pushed the mark across the table to him. “Everyone who sees that’s gonna know what you did. And no one’s going to want to be around you. You’re going to live a long time knowing what you did, and nothing’s going to go your way.”
            “Please. It’s more than I can take.”
            “It’s all about you, isn’t it? Maybe if you ever had a thought for your brother, things would be different. Well, you’re going to have a long time to think about what you did to Able.”