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Seeing familiar faces broke the dam I was holding back, and I started to sob.
“It’s over,” they both said as they came over to hug us. “You’re safe now. We’ve got you. It’s all going to be okay.”
Chapter Fifteen
TYLER
“Ididn’t do a fucking thing,” I hissed as I sat at the metal table in the police interview room. “Check your CCTV. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. This is fucking bullshit.”
But they weren’t interested in what I had to say. I was a known thief. A vigilante killer that they’d always wanted to pin something on so I could get sent down.
“Cut the crap, Evans. You were a part of this. Admit it. We know what happened. It all went to shit. They fucked up and left you behind.” The policeman talking leaned forward, bracing his hands on the desk. “So give us the names. Tell us where they are, and we can make this a hell of a lot easier for you.”
I breathed slowly, my teeth gritted as I prepared to repeat myself once again.
“I... didn’t... fucking... do it.”
The policeman banged his fist on the table in fury. “You’re going down for life for this. Armed robbery? Hostages? Murder? They’re gonna throw the book at you.”
I didn’t speak. I had nothing more to say.
“Give us the names,” he pushed. “And maybe we can strike a deal.”
I was about to lean forward and tell him to fuck off when the door opened, and another officer called them outside.
“This interview is paused at eighteen twenty-seven,” he stated for the records, and then they both stood up and left.
I sat back, letting my head fall back as I huffed a breath and stared up at the ceiling. I ignored the duty solicitor they’d assigned to me when I arrived, who was sitting next to me. I knew not to talk and not to admit to anything, he didn’t need to remind me.
For what seemed like ages, I just stared at the bare walls. It felt like forever, sitting in that tiny room, tapping my foot, waiting to hear my fate. But when the door opened and one of the officers announced, “Lucky for you, the CCTV checked out. The other hostage statements matched up too. Looks like you’re free to go,” I blew out a breath of relief.
Lucky for me? Yeah, right.
There was no bloody luck involved.
Far from it.
I stood up, heading to the door to leave.
“But don’t thing about going anywhere,” he whispered to me in a threatening manner as I went past him. “We’ll need to speak to you again. We’ll be going over all the statements with a fine-tooth comb. Who knows what we’ll find when we do.”
“You’ll find fuck all that implicates me,” I barked back.
“Whatever,” he replied, giving me a look of disgust. “Just know we’ll be in touch.”
They weren’t getting shit out of me. I’d told them all they were going to get. The rest was my information to use in the best way I saw fit, because if justice was getting served on those fuckers, I’d be the one doing it, and doing it my way.
I walked out of the interview room, rolling my shoulders and shaking my arms, feeling relieved that I’d finally been set free. When I got to the waiting area in reception, that relief turned to pure joy when I saw four familiar faces staring right back at me.
Adam came to me first, hugging me and whispering low in my ear, “Don’t say another word. We’ll talk about it when we get home. But know this, those fuckers are gonna pay for what they’ve done to you.”
I nodded, then hugged Will, Devon, and Colton.
“It’s good to see you,” Colton said, and I knew then how worried they’d all been. It wasn’t like him to be so sincere. But he was.
“It’s good to be here,” I replied, but my mind wasn’t here; it was on two girls. One too small to fully understand what she’d been through today, and the other who was probably drowning in it all. As much as I wanted to see my brothers, I wanted to see those girls too. Make sure they were okay.
We were about to leave, when a guy about our age stood up and asked, “Are you Tyler?”
