Where is Jane?

Dylan sat in the empty room he was put in. he has watched it in movies where convicts were put into a room like the one he is right now, for questioning by a detective, so he knew where he was.

His mind raced back to what happened in the hotel. Everything that happened, were they real? Or was this just a dream he was yet to be awake from?

His thoughts were soon interrupted when the door flung open, revealing the lady he had met earlier with a man behind her who seem to be her assistant.

Jody grabbed a chair and sat opposite where Dylan sat. she intertwined her fingers on the table and faced Dylan.

“I’m detective Jody and I’ve been assigned to you so, I’ll be your handler,” she started. “If you want to make this case easy for me and for you as well, I’d want you to be honest with me,” she said sternly.

“Now, my first question; where is Jane?” Jody picked on her words as she stared into Dylan’s eye, waiting for an answer.

Dylan got up from where he sat and walked towards the door but he was stopped by the detective’s assistant. He turned back and went to sit, looking so disorientated.

“Where do you think you were going?” Jody asked.

“I need a break.”

Hearing that, Jody scoffed.

“You’ve not even answered one of my questions and you need a break?”

“How? How am I supposed to even answer when your one question is a thousand questions I am dying to know?”

“Then would you explain how the blood was in the room you slept in? or the knife that was with you?” Jody asked.

“I don’t know.” Dylan sighed.

“You’re not co-operating with me.” Jody said and Dylan went silent for a while before finally speaking again.

“The blood… is it Janes?”

“You don’t know the blood of whom you killed?”

Hearing this, Dylan rose and flared up, anger and sadness overwhelming him.

“You think I killed Jane? I told you I didn’t fucking do it. I don’t even know what is happening. Why is this? Why me? Why Jsane? Someone made this up. It’s a set-up!”

“Shush, shush,” Jody said calmly, “I can’t process anything you’re saying.”

Dylan sat back down, feeling frustrated.

“Pardon me, but I must say, you speak rude.” Dylan said to her.

Jody’s face hardened as she clenched her fist tight under the table. She had just gotten insulted by a boy. Rage was burning down in her as she was thinking of different ways to teach him a lesson when her phone vibrated in her pocket.

Seeing the caller, she knew they had a situation going on outside. She stood up, signaled to her assistant and was walking to the door when Dylan’s voice made her halt.

“What about me? I’m not going to stay here forever right?”

Jody turned and replied him, “Would you perhaps, love to stay in a special room?”

Dylan doubted if there could ever be a special room where the detective could put him so instead, he kept mute and watched her leave with the man and the door was shut closed once again.