9 It Wasn't Me

"Hngh…" Montana was completely losing himself to the spell binding him to indulgence that he had never had before. However, there seemed to be a power stopping him from falling into it to the point of no return.

It was too much trouble.

His eyes opened even if their mouths were still against each other's, their tongues lacing together in a strange, enticing dance. Mephisto's other hand was already squeezing a butt cheek while the other was teasing his back.

No matter how much he would mount this demon, it didn't seem to be worth it. If he let this happen, it would only impede him from speaking plainly towards Mephisto. Whether it was out of embarrassment or lack of focus, it would be creating ripples of unnecessary problems.

In the end, Montana pulled back and licked his lips to clear the drool line connecting the two of them. Mephisto only moved his eyes down to cast his amused gaze at the reddened face next to him. His body was still heating up, and it wouldn't probably go away as soon as it came. However, Montana still stepped away from the demon.

"Sorry… I want to… stop…" With an apologetic smile, Montana only chuckled as he used his sleeve to wipe Mephisto's lips clean.

"Mn." Mephisto only hummed an answer. He could read into his most prominent thoughts, and he always heard the word 'trouble' at almost everything inside Montana's mind. Instead of being offended for being rejected, he was still so amused towards this man.

If someone saw that sloth wasn't destructive, then they should explain Montana's considerations to Mephisto.

Just like that, Montana attended to his food and took the dishes to the sink—along with Caliga's food bowl—to wash. With his back against Mephisto, the human didn't notice how much of a statue Mephisto had become. Soon, he just vanished without even saying goodbye.

…

Montana brought his laptop with him when they escaped the building, and so he had it at home. Instead of working on his unfinished work from the office, he was wrapped in a blanket on his own bed while watching movies over the net. Even Caliga was stealing glances of what he was watching.

With work suspended, the day seemed to go by slowly. However, Montana was already home and was in his bed attire of nothing but his underwear. If someone even called his phone, he wouldn't bother to answer and just claim that it was charging… when it was turned off for that reason.

Somehow, he behaved like everything in the world was going the way he wanted.

Knock, knock. Montana heard it, but he didn't bother answering the main door. Caliga also perked its head up, but he wasn't as nonchalant as his new master.

"NYPD! Please open the door!"

Montana suddenly jerked from the bed. He closed the laptop and grabbed a shirt from the side table. He hurried to the door while putting on his shirt. He then opened the door and saw two tall police officers outside.

"W-What can I d-do for you?" Seeing their stern expressions frightened Montana, but with Caliga nudging his leg, he felt a little reassured.

"We're looking for Montana Mills. He currently lives here based on his company records."

"I am Montana Mills." Montana saw the flash in their eyes, but he remained calm. "What is it?"

"Would you like to come down to our station? We just wanted to ask you a few questions."

"Okay. Let me get some pants first."

Montana didn't close the door as he walked further inside the house. He saw Caliga stand guard by the door, and so he just let it open. If the cops tried to do something funny, they wouldn't know what hit them.

After grabbing his phone, wallet, and a pair of trousers; he was decent enough to leave with the police. However, when he got to the mobile, the door closed even before Caliga could get in.

He tried not to be distressed about it, but the car sped away without sparing any more seconds. Montana then looked through the barred divider between him and the cops. He was explicably scared riding a police mobile, but he knew that he didn't do anything wrong.

The two officers, who fetched him, felt like something odd was going on in the backseat. It was as if the man behind them wasn't someone they could easily coerce into a confession. Not that they planned to, it was just that… something about him was making their body hair stand and never go down.

…

Montana got out of the car, and he saw something incredible at the side of his eye. Caliga was jogging towards him as if the hellhound was capable of sprinting at the normal speed of a car.

He then walked with his pet into the station. Unlike earlier, he was walking slower so Caliga could go in first before they would close the door on him.

Then again, Caliga could simply pass through doors if Montana hadn't seen him do so.

At the interrogation table, he sat quietly as two officers sat on the other side. One of them casually asked him, "Do you know why you're here?"

"…not sure…"

"But you do have an idea…"

"Is it because I let the bomber into the elevator?" Montana didn't display his fear on his face. That was the only thing he could think of. Since the company was mentioned earlier, he figured it would be connected to the bombing.

The officer nodded and then continued. "We're going to show you photos captured from the building's CCTV. Can you identify the man on it for us?"

Montana received the photos and took only a second to react. His hands trembled as he stared at the screencap presented to him. It was… him… but the setting was wrong. That wasn't the floor he got off. The more he turned one page after another, the more he recognized the man as him.

"This is impossible… I was at the office at this time…" His eyes saw the time stamp, and he knew he was in the office with Mephisto and Caliga by then. Moreover…

"I wasn't wearing this…" He put a finger on the huge backpack the person came with. He was only carrying a suitcase to work; it was the terrorist who had that backpack. Then, it hit him…

Could it be that he was being enticed so the terrorist could get a good look at his face? Was that the reason why Mephisto walked in between them?

His eyes then lifted at the face of the officer in front of him. "It wasn't me."

"Mr. Mills, the secretary of the CEO positively identified you before she passed away an hour ago. Do you have an idea how we found the CEO's body?" The officer remained neutral, but his eyes were betraying him. He looked at Montana like he knew that the person that killed over ten people and harmed fifty was already in front of him.

"But I was at work. I was having a presentation when it happened." Montana kept on checking the photos they showed him. "Have you checked my office's CCTV? I got off on the seventh floor. I didn't go to the top floor. It was someone else…

"Right, after I got on the elevator, someone else followed me. I even held the door open for him." Montana insisted, and yet the officers exchanged some looks. He didn't like the look in their eyes, but he repeated his request. "Please check the seventh floor…"

The officer shook his head. "Would you like to see the recording of the seventh floor?"

"Yes…"

One of the officers left to fetch their evidence. However, the one in front of him started asking him with quite an authoritative force. "You know, whatever you do, we already know you did this. Tell me, person to person, why would you kill your CEO? You didn't have any problems with him."

"I didn't do it. I was in a conference room, presenting my report to my boss when the bomb went off."

"We didn't tell anyone it was a bomb. Right now, all they knew that it was a gas leak."

Montana trembled. He actually assumed it was a bomb since Mephisto called the man a terrorist. However, he had no idea that the police's preliminary lie was that it was a gas leak.

That didn't make sense really… why would there be gas leak in the top floor when there was no stove in there somewhere.

The human only relaxed and hung his head low. He reached out to pet Caliga under the table and waited for the other officer to come back. If they reviewed the seventh floor CCTV recordings, they would know he was not responsible.

His eyes lit up when they prepared for the recordings to be played in front of him. However, the light vanished when he didn't see anyone come out of the seventh floor that time he did. He clearly got out of that elevator to get to his office.

The office was also very normal. Even the lobby recording didn't show anyone running to catch the elevator.

"No…" Montana was terrified. Why was the most reliable witness lying to the police? Why was it lying to him? He then shot a gaze at the officer.

"Montana Mills, you're charged with—"

"It wasn't me!" Montana didn't know how, but he managed to break the cuffs and throw the officer out of his way. He even broke through the door and ran off, attracting the attention of the vacant policemen.

"Help me!"