Prime Suspect

“911, what is your emergency?” the female operator asked.

“I just saw someone getting murdered!” the voice on the other line cried out.

“Excuse me ma’am?” said the operator, “Could you repeat that one more time?”

“Hurry! I think I’m next!”

“Where are you at ma’am?”

“At Alva Street, please hurry!”

“Police are being dispatched right now, stay with me ma’am.”

“....”

“Ma’am?”

“...”

***ALVA STREET***

Police cars were surrounding a house as they put up yellow tape. People gathered at the side wondering what was going on. The media got on the scene and received news from their source. The news reporter woman nods a couple times as she listens to the other side of the phone. She hangs up and signals the camera crew to start. The recording begins as soon as the cameraman goes on the countdown.

3… 2… 1…

The news reporter woman faces the camera with a grieves gaze, “Good evening everyone. This is channel 90, Live. We are standing in front of XXX at Alva street when we recieved news about a horrible and burtal murder of the Obelisk family.”

The news reporter went on, “The police are at the crime scene and there is no current news about who is still alive and if the murderer has been captured yet.”

The crowd behind the yellow tape suddenly murmurs loudly as police accompany someone out of the house. The cameraman directs the recording towards whoever was coming out of the house. The news reporter woman received more news from one of her informants. She nods at that person and looks at the camera that returned to record her.

“We have just received news that the only known survivor is the youngest daughter of the Obelisk family. The father’s whereabouts are unknown, and it seems that the prime suspect is the youngest daughter, Maya Obelisk.”

***POLICE STATION***

A teenage girl was sitting in the interrogation room with her handcuffed. Her egyptain blue eyes gazes down with a voidless reflection as her silky waist length night sky hair dangles lifelessly against her body. The door to the side opens and enters two men. One of them had a folder in their hand, and the other leaned against the wall where the large mirror was at.

The man with the folder was detective Char Boston, and the other one was Blake Rogue. Char set the folder down on the table and opened it as he took a seat. Blake crosses his arm together while keeping a watchful eye on her.

“Do you know why you’re in here, Maya Obelisk?” Char asked.

Maya didn’t answer nor did she change her gaze. Char took out a photo from the folder and slid it on the table for her to see. Her eyes lightly shift to the photo.

“Your mother, Tatiyana was found in the living room brutally murdered,” said Char as he pulls out another picture from the folder, “And your sister, Ziva was cut into pieces in the kitchen.”

Maya still didn’t say anything. Char continues, “Can you tell me where you were today between 11 am and 1 pm?”

Her mouth was sealed tight, however, that didn’t stop Char from talking.

“An eyewitness places you at the scene during that time,” siad Char, “Tell me, did you do this?”

Maya slowly reaches out to the picture and touches them. This was the first reaction they ever received from her since they’ve found her. Char and Blake were suddenly taken back when they saw her crying silently while looking at the picture. Char felt somewhat pitiful at her. He couldn’t stand seeing a girl crying, especially her age because his own daughter was also a teenager.

“Maya,” Char called out with a fatherly voice, “Did you do this?”

Maya lifts her finger away from the picture and looks down. Not another word nor action was made after that. Char and Blake left the room seeing how she wasn’t going to respond to them at all. They went to the back room where they could see into the interrogation room from the mirror. She was still sitting there motionless.

“Do you think such a young girl like her would do such a thing?” Char asked.

Blake shrugs, “Beats me. All the evidence and witness points towards her.”

“But she doesn’t look guilty,” siad Char, “Just… Sad…”

Blake stares at Maya through the mirror. What Char said was true, there wasn’t a hint of guilt or remorse reflected in her eyes nor demonstrated in her body posture. She just looked like she had lost everything in the whole entire world.

A knock at the door catches their attention. They turn around and greet the older woman. She was the Director in command at the police station, Serah Savior. 

“Anything?” she asked.

They shake their heads. She looks into the room, “Has she asked for a lawyer yet?”

“No,” said Blake.

“Director,” siad Char, “Are we certain that she’s the murderer?”

“She’s the prime suspect of the crime,” said Serah, “There was no one else but her that the witness had places there during the time of the victims death.”

“But normally, a murderer would look either remorsal, scared, or arrogant,” siad Char, “She doesn’t look anything like that.”

Char looks back at Maya, “If anything, she looks like someone who just lost her family.”

“Don’t pity her just because her age is close to your daughter, Char,” said Blake, “For all we know, she could be a psychopath.”

“Blake…!”

“What detective Rogue said was reasonable,” said Serah.

“Director…!”

Serah looks at Char, “I understand your concern, Detective Boston. If we’re not careful, she could be innocent in all of this, however if what Detective Rogue said is true, then we must execute the law.”

Char stops talking back and nods. What she said was true and reason, and so was Blake’s but just couldn’t help but feel bad for Maya. Serah changed her sight back to Maya while thinking to herself. 

“Has the next of Kin been contacted yet?” Serah asked.

“No,” siad Char, “Maya and her sister were adopted by the Obelisk family ten years ago. And her father is currently missing.”

“Hmm…” Serah looks back to them.

They felt somewhat uncomfortable with her stare. This stares of her usually means that she had just thought up something that was going to be either very annoying or impossible to do.

“Why don’t we do this,” said Serah, “I’ll assign one of you to keep a close watch on her.”

“What…?” they both said with a shocked voice.

“She doesn’t have anyone to go to, and we can’t turn her to social service since she is our prime suspect,” said Serah, “Moreover, she hasn't even lawyered up yet. So, why don’t any of you watch over her and see what she’s up too.”

Before they could refuse, Serah had already made up her mind on who was going to watch her.

“Detective Rogue, I’ll put you on guard duty,” said Serah.

“What?” said Blake in disbelief, “Director are you serious?”

“I am.”

“But Serah,” said Blake, “Wouldn’t it be better if Char does it? He has more knowledge about taking care of a teenage girl.”

“I can’t risk having someone that is biased to watch over her,” said Serah, “And its director or ma’am, Detective Rogue.”

“But..!”

“This is an order,” said Serah.

“Haa…”

Blake stares out at the interrogation room. Maya wasn’t looking down anymore. Instead, she was looking straight at the mirror. And for just a split second, Blake thought that she was looking directly at him, but there’s no way she could when it was just a two way mirror. He ruffles his honey blond hair in irritation.

“This is an abuse of power…” he complained.

To Be Continue

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