Chapter 15: Suspicion
"Kick!" Vicky called from a few feet back. Kick was busy making his way back to the court house lawn. "hey! Don't you ignore me Buttowski!" Kick stopped and waited for her to catch up. " I.... Filed... A missing persons...case.." she heaved heavily to catch her breath, hands on hips. "what would I do without 'cha?" he ruffled her hair. "gee, thanks" she blew a strand of hair out of her face. "they want to interview each one of us today." "this won't be the first time I was affiliated with the law." kick put his hand under his chin, looking ever so smug. "let's get going then!" Gunther waved from the coffee shop. "AGAIN with the coffee?!" Kick scolded him.
The detective clicked a button on the tape recorder. "Clarence, when was the last time you saw Jessica Somerlot?" she stared out from behind her glasses. "September the end of September." Soft scratches emitted from her clipboard. "And your sure that's the last time you saw her?" Kick, enraged, slammed his hands on the table and stood up. "You tryin' to make me feel guilty?! I didn't do nothin' ask anybody!" her voice was calm "you need to settle down, nobody accused you of doing anything, we just need a little information. Now please sit down." he reluctantly took his seat and folded his arms, pouting.
" I SWEAR! I DID NOTHING!" Gunther covered his face and huddled in the corner. "your gonna have to cooperate." the detective pulled on his foot. Eventually she was tired and her cheeks glistened with sweat. "will you please just talk to us?" she rubbed her forehead, massaging her temples. "I DIDN'T DO IT! MARSHALL TOOK HER BACK HERE AND I COULDN'T STOP HER FROM LEAVING!!!" his words mixed together. "Who is Marshall?" she pressed the button on the recorder again. Never breaking eye contact. "HES HER BOYFRIEND!!" he was being bent, it wouldn't be long before he snapped. "and have you ever met Marshall?" "NOOOOOOO!!!"
"Yeah... I knew Marshall and Jessica." Vicky scanned her nails. She was making the detectives work, giving her information instead of them. "they were my best friends for a while, I'll admit I was jealous of their relationship a little. Marshal knew me for his entire life, then in stepped cute little Jessica and ruined it all." she folded her arms loosely. "I see" she woman perched her head onto her folded hands "so do you know where this Marshall kid lives?" she drug her hand across the table as she stood up, with a deep droning noise from her ring as it skid along. She cautiously walked around her, avoiding eye contact. "may I leave now?" she narrowed her eyes "yes....."
"Kick!" Vicky called from a few feet back. Kick was busy making his way back to the court house lawn. "hey! Don't you ignore me Buttowski!" Kick stopped and waited for her to catch up. " I.... Filed... A missing persons...case.." she heaved heavily to catch her breath, hands on hips. "what would I do without 'cha?" he ruffled her hair. "gee, thanks" she blew a strand of hair out of her face. "they want to interview each one of us today." "this won't be the first time I was affiliated with the law." kick put his hand under his chin, looking ever so smug. "let's get going then!" Gunther waved from the coffee shop. "AGAIN with the coffee?!" Kick scolded him.
The detective clicked a button on the tape recorder. "Clarence, when was the last time you saw Jessica Somerlot?" she stared out from behind her glasses. "September the end of September." Soft scratches emitted from her clipboard. "And your sure that's the last time you saw her?" Kick, enraged, slammed his hands on the table and stood up. "You tryin' to make me feel guilty?! I didn't do nothin' ask anybody!" her voice was calm "you need to settle down, nobody accused you of doing anything, we just need a little information. Now please sit down." he reluctantly took his seat and folded his arms, pouting.
" I SWEAR! I DID NOTHING!" Gunther covered his face and huddled in the corner. "your gonna have to cooperate." the detective pulled on his foot. Eventually she was tired and her cheeks glistened with sweat. "will you please just talk to us?" she rubbed her forehead, massaging her temples. "I DIDN'T DO IT! MARSHALL TOOK HER BACK HERE AND I COULDN'T STOP HER FROM LEAVING!!!" his words mixed together. "Who is Marshall?" she pressed the button on the recorder again. Never breaking eye contact. "HES HER BOYFRIEND!!" he was being bent, it wouldn't be long before he snapped. "and have you ever met Marshall?" "NOOOOOOO!!!"
"Yeah... I knew Marshall and Jessica." Vicky scanned her nails. She was making the detectives work, giving her information instead of them. "they were my best friends for a while, I'll admit I was jealous of their relationship a little. Marshal knew me for his entire life, then in stepped cute little Jessica and ruined it all." she folded her arms loosely. "I see" she woman perched her head onto her folded hands "so do you know where this Marshall kid lives?" she drug her hand across the table as she stood up, with a deep droning noise from her ring as it skid along. She cautiously walked around her, avoiding eye contact. "may I leave now?" she narrowed her eyes "yes....."
