“Depends on who wants to know,” but I knew that may have escalated the situation to somewhere I didn’t want to go.
“Yes, ma’am. I am he,” I said as I smiled at her. I didn’t want to give off any type or sign of tension. Tasting cement was not how I wanted to start my day.
“Mr. Black, you are needed down at the police station for some questioning.” She looked at me in the eyes.
I didn’t flinch. “On what matter?” I countered.
“That is not up for discussion at this present locale. The sensitivity of this matter needs to be handled behind doors.” This time she smiled after she talked. I was confused.
“I can say no to this can’t I?” I asked already knowing the answer.
“Yes, you can.” She nodded her head. “But I don’t think you want us to show up again at your place of work and bring on you a reputation that is misleading, do you?”
This mofo was good. “Okay, I do know my rights but I am going in on a voluntary basis.”
“We appreciate your cooperation in this matter. We will allow you to follow us to the precinct. Don’t make us regret it.”
“No problem,” I said and then rolled up my window and prepared to follow them to the station.
Fifteen minutes later I was sitting in an interrogation room with one of those double mirrors on one side of the room. I was at ease because I knew that I wasn’t guilty of anything. I wasn’t a delinquent in any form of the word. Everything in me was screaming to call my father and have him come down here to sit in this questioning with me, but I didn’t want to seem like a spoiled brat who needed to call his father at the slightest problem. He had taught me enough about law that I could handle myself in this type of situation. If it got too big for me then I knew I would call, but only if need be.
It wasn’t long before two officers walked into the room and greeted me. One was a regular cop type of guy; the other happened to be my sister’s boyfriend, Troy. He was cool peoples to me and I knew that I was in good hands now. I played it cool and acted as if I didn’t know him so that things would go smoothly.
“Good morning, Mr. Black. I’m pretty sure you don’t know why you are down here this morning, but I want you to know that you have nothing to worry about. This is all routine questioning.” The officer I didn’t know spoke to me with a glint of doubt in his eyes. I knew the look all too well. I was a master at it as a kid and now that I was an adult I could spot it dead on. He had already convicted me in his head.
“Good morning,” I spoke back, solemnly.
“Well, let’s cut to the chase and get right down to business. There has been a string of murdered females in the last couple of months in Baltimore City. Have you heard about them?”
“In passing, yes,” I answered.
“Well, there have been some gorgeous women being murdered and mutilated over the last month,” he repeated himself. “Some pretty gruesome stuff I might add. Ferocious and very little evidence. Here are some pictures.”
He slid a few pictures of some very beautiful girls over in front of me. On one side was a picture of them alive and the other side was of them deceased. I almost cringed but I held it in. I had slept with at least three of these chicks. Now I was thinking it was time to call my father.
“Mr. Black, how do you feel when you look at those pictures of those women and their mutilated bodies?” Troy finally came over and asked. He had a very serious look on his face. He was standing in the corner of the room paying attention to me before he came over to ask this question.
“How am I supposed to feel?” I countered with another question. I know it wasn’t the thing to do, add tension, but hey I was not going to be forced into my feelings.
“This is not a game, Mr. Black. This is some serious shit here. Stop playing with us.” Troy’s voice escalated after every sentence and then he banged on the table with one of his
“Yes, ma’am. I am he,” I said as I smiled at her. I didn’t want to give off any type or sign of tension. Tasting cement was not how I wanted to start my day.
“Mr. Black, you are needed down at the police station for some questioning.” She looked at me in the eyes.
I didn’t flinch. “On what matter?” I countered.
“That is not up for discussion at this present locale. The sensitivity of this matter needs to be handled behind doors.” This time she smiled after she talked. I was confused.
“I can say no to this can’t I?” I asked already knowing the answer.
“Yes, you can.” She nodded her head. “But I don’t think you want us to show up again at your place of work and bring on you a reputation that is misleading, do you?”
This mofo was good. “Okay, I do know my rights but I am going in on a voluntary basis.”
“We appreciate your cooperation in this matter. We will allow you to follow us to the precinct. Don’t make us regret it.”
“No problem,” I said and then rolled up my window and prepared to follow them to the station.
Fifteen minutes later I was sitting in an interrogation room with one of those double mirrors on one side of the room. I was at ease because I knew that I wasn’t guilty of anything. I wasn’t a delinquent in any form of the word. Everything in me was screaming to call my father and have him come down here to sit in this questioning with me, but I didn’t want to seem like a spoiled brat who needed to call his father at the slightest problem. He had taught me enough about law that I could handle myself in this type of situation. If it got too big for me then I knew I would call, but only if need be.
It wasn’t long before two officers walked into the room and greeted me. One was a regular cop type of guy; the other happened to be my sister’s boyfriend, Troy. He was cool peoples to me and I knew that I was in good hands now. I played it cool and acted as if I didn’t know him so that things would go smoothly.
“Good morning, Mr. Black. I’m pretty sure you don’t know why you are down here this morning, but I want you to know that you have nothing to worry about. This is all routine questioning.” The officer I didn’t know spoke to me with a glint of doubt in his eyes. I knew the look all too well. I was a master at it as a kid and now that I was an adult I could spot it dead on. He had already convicted me in his head.
“Good morning,” I spoke back, solemnly.
“Well, let’s cut to the chase and get right down to business. There has been a string of murdered females in the last couple of months in Baltimore City. Have you heard about them?”
“In passing, yes,” I answered.
“Well, there have been some gorgeous women being murdered and mutilated over the last month,” he repeated himself. “Some pretty gruesome stuff I might add. Ferocious and very little evidence. Here are some pictures.”
He slid a few pictures of some very beautiful girls over in front of me. On one side was a picture of them alive and the other side was of them deceased. I almost cringed but I held it in. I had slept with at least three of these chicks. Now I was thinking it was time to call my father.
“Mr. Black, how do you feel when you look at those pictures of those women and their mutilated bodies?” Troy finally came over and asked. He had a very serious look on his face. He was standing in the corner of the room paying attention to me before he came over to ask this question.
“How am I supposed to feel?” I countered with another question. I know it wasn’t the thing to do, add tension, but hey I was not going to be forced into my feelings.
“This is not a game, Mr. Black. This is some serious shit here. Stop playing with us.” Troy’s voice escalated after every sentence and then he banged on the table with one of his
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