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leave the hospital despite the comfort. “When are we leaving?” he inquired.
“Thought you’d never ask,” Williams said. “Here, I brought you these. I hope the size is okay.”
Carter dressed in jeans, t-shirt, and jacket, while Williams went to get permission from the doctors to transfer him to the police station. A few minutes later, Carter was sitting in the back of the car. He was oddly happy of being in a police car. There, he was safe. Or at least, he felt so.
His Place
Carter woke up slowly. He was still weak. He had vague memories of an ambulance, and Williams. He remembered spending some time in the hospital. And then Williams had come to pick him up.
He opened his eyes and discovered that he was in a little gray room. There were a table and two chairs in the middle of the room. Apart from the cold walls, Carter noticed a window and a dark blue, probably locked, door. What the hell was that place?
Carter rose on his elbows. He had been provided with a pillow; how nice. And three pairs of handcuffs; how not nice. He sat up against the wall to have a better look around. And then he finally got it. The window wasn’t really a window. It was just a glass wall behind which cops were probably lurking, spying on his every move.
He got up to stretch his long legs. There wasn’t much room to walk around, and the light was horribly aggressive; but he’d already got a pillow, it would be impolite to ask for more. Carter looked at his wrists and actually laughed. Three pairs of cuffs? Surely Williams was involved in this. Carter then walked to the window. Placing his hands on both sides of his eyes to block the light, he peered through. He couldn’t see much, but wasn’t surprised to meet Cowley’s angry look.
Carter stepped back from the glass. He picked up his blessed pillow and sat on one of the chairs. Carter chose to sit facing the glass. It amused him to be the center of attention. And that would certainly destabilize them. He smiled at the window. “Won’t anyone come and join me?” he said, pointing at the chair in front of him.
After a while, the door opened and Williams came in. He closed the door behind him slowly. Then he steadily walked toward the table and pulled the chair inch by inch. He took his time to sit down.
“Are you in slow motion?” Carter asked.
“You should be grateful,” Williams indicated.
“Oh yeah, thanks for the pillow, how thoughtful of you,” Carter answered with an ironical grin.
Williams didn’t say anything. He wasn’t in a mood to make jokes. And Carter soon understood. He kept his silence as well and waited for Williams to start bombarding him with questions. But Williams looked like he didn’t know where to start.
“Is that a new tactics to make me uncomfortable? Not saying anything?” Carter asked, not able to wait any longer. “It’s kinda working.”
“Kathleen Vaughn,” Williams started. “Who is she?”
“Kathleen? Hm, you already know more than I do.”
“Who is she?” Williams repeated.
“I just told you. I don’t know,” Carter said, just a bit too quickly.
“Carter, it’s my job to detect your lies,” Williams sighed. “I love my job, but I’m tired, so please make my life easier and don’t lie.”
“She wants to kill me because…” Carter hesitated. “For some reason,” he corrected himself.
“You’re already in trouble, you know. You might just as well tell me everything.”
Carter winced as he pressed his lips together. He moved uneasily in his chair. He released the tension in his arms to run a hand through his hair, but the cuffs prevented him from doing so. So he just clenched the pillow again.
“Are you nervous?” Williams noticed. “That’s unusual.”
“I’m not.” Carter cleared his throat. “I’m just pondering whether or not I’ll tell you that…”
“What?” Williams waited a minute to give Carter time to answer. But no word came from Carter. “Does
“Thought you’d never ask,” Williams said. “Here, I brought you these. I hope the size is okay.”
Carter dressed in jeans, t-shirt, and jacket, while Williams went to get permission from the doctors to transfer him to the police station. A few minutes later, Carter was sitting in the back of the car. He was oddly happy of being in a police car. There, he was safe. Or at least, he felt so.
His Place
Carter woke up slowly. He was still weak. He had vague memories of an ambulance, and Williams. He remembered spending some time in the hospital. And then Williams had come to pick him up.
He opened his eyes and discovered that he was in a little gray room. There were a table and two chairs in the middle of the room. Apart from the cold walls, Carter noticed a window and a dark blue, probably locked, door. What the hell was that place?
Carter rose on his elbows. He had been provided with a pillow; how nice. And three pairs of handcuffs; how not nice. He sat up against the wall to have a better look around. And then he finally got it. The window wasn’t really a window. It was just a glass wall behind which cops were probably lurking, spying on his every move.
He got up to stretch his long legs. There wasn’t much room to walk around, and the light was horribly aggressive; but he’d already got a pillow, it would be impolite to ask for more. Carter looked at his wrists and actually laughed. Three pairs of cuffs? Surely Williams was involved in this. Carter then walked to the window. Placing his hands on both sides of his eyes to block the light, he peered through. He couldn’t see much, but wasn’t surprised to meet Cowley’s angry look.
Carter stepped back from the glass. He picked up his blessed pillow and sat on one of the chairs. Carter chose to sit facing the glass. It amused him to be the center of attention. And that would certainly destabilize them. He smiled at the window. “Won’t anyone come and join me?” he said, pointing at the chair in front of him.
After a while, the door opened and Williams came in. He closed the door behind him slowly. Then he steadily walked toward the table and pulled the chair inch by inch. He took his time to sit down.
“Are you in slow motion?” Carter asked.
“You should be grateful,” Williams indicated.
“Oh yeah, thanks for the pillow, how thoughtful of you,” Carter answered with an ironical grin.
Williams didn’t say anything. He wasn’t in a mood to make jokes. And Carter soon understood. He kept his silence as well and waited for Williams to start bombarding him with questions. But Williams looked like he didn’t know where to start.
“Is that a new tactics to make me uncomfortable? Not saying anything?” Carter asked, not able to wait any longer. “It’s kinda working.”
“Kathleen Vaughn,” Williams started. “Who is she?”
“Kathleen? Hm, you already know more than I do.”
“Who is she?” Williams repeated.
“I just told you. I don’t know,” Carter said, just a bit too quickly.
“Carter, it’s my job to detect your lies,” Williams sighed. “I love my job, but I’m tired, so please make my life easier and don’t lie.”
“She wants to kill me because…” Carter hesitated. “For some reason,” he corrected himself.
“You’re already in trouble, you know. You might just as well tell me everything.”
Carter winced as he pressed his lips together. He moved uneasily in his chair. He released the tension in his arms to run a hand through his hair, but the cuffs prevented him from doing so. So he just clenched the pillow again.
“Are you nervous?” Williams noticed. “That’s unusual.”
“I’m not.” Carter cleared his throat. “I’m just pondering whether or not I’ll tell you that…”
“What?” Williams waited a minute to give Carter time to answer. But no word came from Carter. “Does
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