2 Interrogation

I was told that it was such a lovely summer morning but it didn't matter. Currently I am stuck in this dimly lit interrogation room with two police officers reenacting what I recognized it to be the "good cop, bad cop" routine.

Our "bad cop" Officer Bimb initiated his scare tactics with insults and yelling at the top of the lungs of how much trouble I'm in. Although I'm denying every accusation hurled at me, it didn't seem to work and I understood why he was furious. But I was mad too! And it didn't help that my mouth accidentally called him Officer "Bimbo" and I started laughing. The sequence of events did not help my case as he probably assumed that I thought that all the people killed was something hilarious. Being stuck here for what seemed like days had probably unhinged some screws in my brain. I wonder if the police academy hired him because of his name...

"Enough."

I heard the door open again and it was our lovely "good cop".

"Officer Bimb, I will take it from here. Go ahead and take a rest."

"Hmph, you're lucky she's here brat. I haven't made enough arrests this month so I haven't had my fill at yelling at people. Detective Swanson, let me know if you need me. My quota still hasn't been met yet."

"Will do Officer."

The door slammed behind and I'm now alone with Detective Swanson. Not going to lie - she is gorgeous. Her black uniform definitely highlighted all the right places but what captivated me more was her demeanor. Her aura (if you can call it that) pretty much exuded elegance. As she sat down and opened what seemed to be case file, Detective Swanson used her hand to brush away her hair to the side. She seemed to come from Scandinavian descent with her platinum blonde hair. She quickly skimmed through the file and caught me by surprise when she suddenly stared at me. Her emerald eyes showed a tinge of silver and I couldn't help but to instinctively look away.

I'm pretty sure I was trying to hide away my blushing face from this extremely sexy detective but she began to start her interrogation and that got me my full attention.

"Ezra Armour, 22y. Only child of David Armour (English) and Shania Sanchez (Half Korean, Half Brazilian). Highest education is high school. Currently working as Assistant Manager at Moonbucks Coffee shop in Downtown San Francisco. No prior criminal record. Suspected of either the cause of or high relation to 5 traffic accidents that resulted in 8 deaths within the last 3 months.

So tell me Ezra, isn't this a little bit suspicious?"

"Yy..eee..sss but I victim me really as well."

Yup, I think I'm in love with her voice as well but damn it. I'm scared and I'm trying to stay serious because I don't want to go to prison but her entire being prevents me from answering properly. Ah she leaned over the table and I took a sneak peek at her chest. Shit I feel little bro emerging. Damn it Ezra chan stooopp ...

Luckily it's under the table and I started to squirm to readjust my pants. But it's difficult to do so when your hands are only allowed to be on the table. She noticed me fidgeting but probably had no idea why. She continued.

"Mr. Armour. It is hard for me to even conceive the notion of these traffic collisions as mere coincidence. The fact that ... Mr. Armour are you even listening to me?!"

"Yes ma'AAM!"

"Incident 1: A Jeep Wrangler runs a red light and you claimed that the teenage girl Allison Pott pushed you out of the way at the intersection and subsequently took your place in the resulting collision and lost her life.

Incident 2: A different Jeep Wrangler driven by Tom Potts (Allison's mourning father) loses steering control and hits a lamp post, which narrowly misses you because you tripped over your shoelaces. No death.

Incident 3: Seriously, another Jeep Wrangler falls off the shoulder lane on the freeway and you happen to be under the overpass but it falls right in front of you. You claimed that you stopped seconds before the collision occurred because you were trying to clean the poop that a pigeon laid on your head. The driver Kent Ramone died.

Incident 4: There is security footage of City Bus 2214 ramming *sigh* a 3 person occupied Jeep Wrangler and flew dozens of feet, crashing through the window of your corner coffee shop. It stopped right in front of you and you didn't even have a scratch from the exploding broken glass. Luckily no deaths.

And Incident 5: Yesterday while waiting for the train to come, you claimed that you were about to tip your Wuber driver when suddenly the Amtrak hits a speeding Toyota Highlander across the train tracks. The vehicle then flew towards the platform and 6 people (including the driver) lost their lives."

After she listed all the incidents, I could tell that she knew that this was a very strange case and it was preposterous to even remotely think that it was my fault. But the fact remained that my presence in society presented a huge threat to peace could not be undeniable. So although nothing can prove my guilt, it was also difficult for the media to accept my innocence.

And that was why I was scared. If I leave jail, the media will blame me. And staying in prison or inside any other confined space that's not called prison isn't exactly sunshine and rainbows either.

Hence I ask meekly, "So what will happen to me?"

Noticing my gloom, Detective Swanson replied with a clear solemn tone.

"We'd like to keep you here as long as we can and hopefully these strange vehicle incidents subside. But we cannot forcibly retain an innocent person so we would like to ask your permission to keep you in. Of course, you will not need to worry about your finances. We will cover your expenses while you are here."

"Ok, I'll do as you say. I also hope this will pass. At least I'm safe here I guess."

"Excellent, I'll go ahead and make your arrangements now."

She once again slightly leaned over the table to get up and I captured another glimpse of her buxom chest. She walked towards the door while my eyes were glued to her butt. I couldn't help getting aroused but right when she opened the door and was about to leave, there was an explosion followed by a loud siren screeching in the room.

I saw hoards of people running through the hallway when Detective Swanson asked one of them what was happening.

After I saw her nod, she ran back towards me and grabbed my hand.

"Minutes earlier, there was a bomb threat to our police compound and just now apparently 2 out of 5 had been detonated. We are scrambling and now evacuating all prisoners and personnel. Please come with me."

I do as she says and started running with her out of the compound through the hallway but stopped me suddenly when BOOOOM! I heard the third explosion and it definitely felt very close by. Shit why is all this happening to me and damn she smells so nice! And I just brushed my hand against her butt. F*** I'm scared as hell and here I am getting aroused. This is not the time to feel horny! I feel Ezra chan reawaken again and try to push my lower tent down surreptitiously.

Detective Swanson turned to see if I was ok but when she saw my hand on my pants and upon noticing a covered bulge, I saw her perfect brows scrunch and she gave me a disgusted look before quickly turning back around.

Ah shit, my first fear boner...