I put my elbows on the table; stippling my fingers together. My wrists were still bound in the cuffs which dug into my skin with every movement. "When did this murder happen? If it was after the release of my book which I'm certain it is then you can't even hold me here." I found myself randomly thinking of Cumberbatch's Sherlock Holmes and my accent turned British before I'd realized. Jokes on them; I'll be the detective here. No wonder so many serial killers get away with murder or get caught too late when we have detectives like him working on cases.

"Forensics are still working on it. But it's estimated he died between eleven and one am four days ago." Rain states; sending me a blank stare. Her eyes search my face as if she was trying to ascertain whether my features give off killer vibes. I mean I heard I had killer looks but I’m certain they meant I was good looking or whatever.

I rest my back on the chair; another sigh escapes my mouth. The only evidence they seem to have is the book. Thankfully It doesn't seem like I was at the wrong place at the wrong time when a murder occurred like what happens in movies. If so then they would've shown me some CCTV footage. Or what if I am but they're trying to get me to confess before hand? What can I do about that though? I don't even know who the victim is.

"I didn't do it. Please find the right guy and contact me right away. I want to know who this psycho is. Release me from the handcuffs." I extended my arms to Rain who seemed to have the keys hanging from her belt. I put on a tough exterior but I feel like I might have a mental breakdown in any second now. I want to get out of here. I'm not going to let them brainwash me into giving a false confession.

"You can't leave yet we can keep you here for three more hours." Cain states pulling a lighter out for his cigarette which he kept spinning around his fingers. I'm certain he isn't allowed to do this here but he doesn't look like a person who follows rules. Ironic right?

I look straight into his eyes. "I'm telling you, I didn't do it." I enunciate each word so he'd understand. It seems like he's too set on me being the killer that his mind is completely closed of from any reason or logic.

He poofs out a circle of smoke holding back on a cough. "Rain please go get me a glass of water." She nodes nonchalantly as if she's lived this moment a hundred times before. She puts the envelope on the table and leaves the room.

He's treating his juniors like servants. I already hate this guy. What type of detective has such bad manners? He's not even asking me about my whereabouts on the night of the crime. Aren't detectives supposed to ask these types of questions first?

Cain drops his cigarette on the ground before crushing it. "You know what I hate the most about this ugly world? Scum like you." He intoned and stood up looking down upon me with his chin up before heading towards the door. I didn't bother to follow him with my eyes until I heard the door lock.

He locked me inside with him.

Before I could ask him why, his fingers wrap around my collar and he tugs, strangling me with his grip. He pulled tighter on my collar and I felt the air get forced out of my trachea.

"I didn't do it." I managed to mumble with some of the remaining air in my lungs. My nerves are all on guard, ready to receive the pain he looks like he's about to inflict on me.

It seemed like he noticed he was suffocating me and loosens his grip just a bit. His right brow raised, "It seems like you have high pain tolerance. Most psychos like you do." he quips, tightening his grip again.

"Are you threatening me?"

His lips turn into a sinister smile. "Hell yeah I am."

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I couldn't help but guffaw. This must be a dream. It's really like one of those detective movies you watch in a cinema with your friends. This type of stuff doesn't happen in real life. Leon is going to think I'm crazy if I tell him about this.

"You think it's funny, eh?" His knuckles crash into my jaw. Electricity shot through my mandible threatening to shatter my molars. I held my jaw with the palms of my hand and massaged it carefully to ease the pain. I'll need to get a scan. I'm positive I must have suffered a concussion with the force that radiated from my jaw. I glare back at him.

This definitely isn't a dream.

He really might have fractured a bone on my face.

"Cain stop it right now!" A voice that sounds like detective Rain's raged through the intercom.

Cain clicks his tongue and let go of my collar but not before pushing me. My poor ten dollar shirt is beyond repair. I think some hormones took over as my jaw doesn’t hurt as much now but I’ll have one real bad headache later on.

"This stupid junior ordering me around." he murmers under his breath. Little drops of blood dripped from his knuckles. I'm not sure if it's my blood or his. He loosens his wrist and cracks his knuckles. "You know I read your whole book." He confesses, eyeing me and sending cold shivers down my spine. "I'm gonna make you confess today. Before you have the chance to commit the rest of your murderous schemes."

His eyes glowed with fiery determination which I admired, but again, he's got the wrong guy.

"Even if you knock my teeth out I won't confess to something I didn't do." I blurt out.

A moment of dead silence. A little fear grew in my heart. He took longer than before to blink and the expression on his face softened for a second before all the muscles of anger contracted together. His eyes fumed as the chagrin built up inside him. He's like a ticking time bomb.

He swings his shoulder in preparation, "Forget prison. You're so dead today." he croaks.

"Cain don't do it! Stop right this instant!" A different voice came through the intercom. Cain drops his fist but they were still clinched. The veins on his arms look like they're about to

burst. The throbbing pain in my jaw increased in intensity so I rubbed it with my palms again which helped sooth it just a little.

The man breathes a sigh of relief that he'd managed to stop this insane hound before it was too late. I mean I was already punched once so it was too late anyway.

"You know you're recorded. If there's even a scratch on him it'll be a confession under duress! You're complicating it further! Open the door this instant. I sent Rain to get the keys. If we get the master keys before you open, I'll add another week to your suspension." this person was definitely Cain's superior but he seems to be too lenient on him.

Cain grabs and twists my collar one last time, "You're lucky we have to obey the law." he spat before pushing me away and heading towards the door.

A man wearing a navy blue suit walks in and helps me off the ground. "You can leave." he says simply.

Cain's jaw drops and he turns to face the man. "What do you mean? We can hold him for at least two more hours!" He exclaims with raised brows and wide eyes.

The man narrows his eyes at Cain. He had the 'Are you stupid?' look on his face. "What's the point? With that bruise on his face anything he says could be considered under duress." He shrugged his shoulders.

Cain sighed, crossing his arms, "I didn't even beat him that hard. We can say he just fell." I choke on laughter and Cain shots me a death glare.

"Get out of my sight right this instant." The man returns Cain a death glare more intense than the one he gave me and Cain shuffled away with fists by his sides. His boss pulls out a brown handkerchief and wipes his forehead from temple to temple and lets out a sigh of relief. If I had the patience for it I would've sued them for the mental and physical torture they put me through. Although it was only a punch but if they didn't intervene who knows what Cain would've done to me. He's almost as dangerous as the people they throw in jail for assault.

He turns to face me, "You, Cameron Rose, don't leave the city without permission from us." and before I could respond he walks away.

How did it end up this way? I've lived as an ideal citizen all my life and here I am being falsely accused of a crime I didn't commit, and out of all crimes it's murder. I mean they could've framed me for burglary or something but they choose murder. I walk out of the room and look around searching for the way out.

I felt a hand on my shoulder.