The Arrest

CARL MOORE'S POV

"What have you done!" Nanny Mae's voice trembled, her wrinkled legs shivering as she caught her breath standing at the door way.

"What? No! Nanny Mae, wait!" I tried to explain myself, but she ran downstairs before I could get to her.

'Did she really think I did this? How could she! Damn, I have to stop her before it's too late.'

I thought and followed her, trying to tell her whatever she was thinking was wrong, but she wouldn't let me near her. Every step I tried to take forward, her cries for help would just grow louder.

It wasn't long after her "help" actually arrived.

The sirens of the cops' jeeps alerting the whole neighborhood on its way to us.

The cops dashed into the place, immediately covering Nanny Mae away from me. I tried to tell them that I had no intentions of harming her, but Officer Morrison was never the one to listen.

Officer Morrison was no new person to me, we'd worked on many cases before, but for one reason or the other, we never got along. That guy really scared the shit out of me, and seeing his extremely tall figure there that night only made it worse to say anything.

He glared at me, his look a mixture of anger and suspicion. I returned the gaze, mine deep and confronting, I was ready to die if that was what I took to tell them I didn't do it.

Morrison signaled his men, all of them pointing their guns at me on cue.

"Hands up, turn around, put your hands behind your head." That's all he said.

And that's everything I did. I did as he said.

The one of them came behind me, held my hand and placed the cuff around them. He started to recite something I cared less about.

"You are under arrest for the murder of Mr. Bruce Anderson. You have the right to remain...." He blabbered on but I was lost in thoughts to hear any of it.

'How was I going to explain all of these to Kim? Would she believe me? I have to do something, I can't let them-'

"If it isn't our very own Carl?" Officer Morrison said almost teasingly and walked in front of me. I glared at him, but he looked too satisfied to care about anything I did.

That smug on his face, oh I would've loved the chance to punch it out of him but I was incapacitated.

"Lock him up until we are done with the investigations. He is our prime suspect," he instructed and walked over to where the body laid.

They covered the cold dead body of Mr. Bruce in a body bag and took it away for autopsy. It hurt, Mr. Bruce. I never thought I would see him like that or worse, see myself in cuffs for his death.

The CSI were already at the place. Taking pictures of the scene... trying to find finger prints and taking samples of everything they had interest in when the cops dragged me out of the crime scene, ready to lock me up.

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