I'm Done

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
Farrah Lee is questioned by a detective on the death of a man. The only question, who killed him?

Submitted: September 10, 2016

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Submitted: September 10, 2016



Detective Rine’s eyes bore into me from across the table. He’s close enough for me to see the gray strands in his brown hair his yellow teeth. Relaxing back, partly to get away from Rine, partly to keep up my act of indifference, I cross my arms and stare back.

Rine asks me, “You are Farah Lee, yes?”

“If I wasn’t I wouldn’t be here would I?” I can’t help snapping back. Honest, if Rine expects me to just cooperate, he’s got another thing coming.

Rine hardly seems ruffled by my reply and goes on. “Ms. Lee, I believe you are aware of the death of Asher Wyatt.” At my nod he continues. “Then I would like to ask you some questions about your brother, Cade.”

I frown, “Cade, what does that little coward have to do with anything?” I lean forward, “You don’t actually think Cade killed this Wyatt guy? Because that’s the positively most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Cade was found near the scene of the crime with Mr. Wyatt’s phone and wallet. This is incriminating evidence that Cade was the one who killed Mr. Wyatt. Ms. Lee, if you have anything to add to this case. Please, tell me.”

I consider this for a second. So, Cade had gotten caught with the dead guy’s wallet and phone, so he was the suspect. Interesting.

I shrug, “Honest, I don’t think Cade could have done this. For one, he’s a shrimp. I think I’m taller than Cade. Second, Cade doesn’t know how to kill a person. And third, he wouldn’t kill a person because he doesn’t have spine enough to end a life.” I glare at Rine. “Cade never killed anyone.”

“Would you please provide some insight on how Cade got those items?” I could tell that Rine’s trying to wheedle some sort of incrimination about Cade. Like that will happen.

“Simple, Detective,” I drawl, “Cade saw a guy who’d just been stabbed lying on the ground, and he went to see if he could help the dying man. Unfortunately for Cade, the guy was already dead. Cade then proceeded to check the man’s pockets for identification. He found a phone and wallet with the name Asher Wyatt. Then, Cade, being a sensible kid, went to go find help. He took the wallet and phone to show someone proof, but by the time he got back, police had already found the body. Cade was found with the guy’s stuff and he got blamed. End of story.”

Rine appears to be thinking my words over. “Do you have any proof of this, Ms. Lee?’

“No, why don’t you ask Cade yourself to make sure,” I reply bored. I’m getting tired of this.

“Well, you see, Ms. Lee, that’s the problem. Cade seems to have disappeared after the death of Mr. Wyatt. Do you have any idea where he might have gone?”

“Well,” I start and Rine looks at me expectant, “I’ll admit, I haven’t seen Cade in a while. He could be anywhere.” I trail off before looking back at Rine. “I’m not saying that to be difficult, honest, I have no idea. Now may I go, this is getting exhausting.”

Rine stands, “Well, Ms. Lee. If you remember anything else, please don’t hesitate to call me.” He hands me a crisp business letter with Detective Elliot Rine imposed in large letters.

“I’ll do that. See you, Detective,” I flounce out of the room and am lead out of the building by a security man.

Slipping into my car, I peel out of the parking lot after letting out the breath I’d been holding in. The drive passes smoothly, and I’m getting out and heading to the door sooner than I expect.

Letting myself in the front door, I immediately flop on the couch. Grabbing a random throw pillow, I bury my head into it and let out a groan. Unfortunately, a voice interrupts my pity party.

“Well? How did it go?” A figure leans against the hallway wall.

“Fine. What did you expect?” I snap back not in the mood.

“Did he suspect anything?”

I glare, “No, of course not. I’m not an idiot although Detective Rine certainly is. He believed it, hook line and sinker.”

I stand and make my way to the hall, and glancing at the still shadowed figure I add, “Don’t expect me to ever get you out of one of your messes ever again. You have thirty minutes to get out of my house and life. If you aren’t gone by then, I’m going to sic Ryan on you. Got that, Cade?”

Cade mumbled his assent while I stalk down the hall to my bedroom. The door makes a satisfying bang behind me as I sprawl on my bed.

Finally, I’ll be free from Cade. My stupid brother had gotten himself into too many sticky situations requiring rescue. Let’s see how he’d survive without me now. I grinned at that.


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