114-Innocent

114-Innocent
Laurel
I have to admit, Maverick did well, he made a good move, I was convinced that he would finally come back to me, when he pulled me against his body and slowly leaned in to kiss me, I believed with all my strength that I had finally won and that I was about to claim the grand prize, until he pushed me away seconds later as the police raided my house and said I was being arrested for crimes I didn't even commit.
Yes, I had the bitch killed and I also got rid of the other women who got close to Maverick, but I didn't kill any of them with my own hands, I just gave the order, which means I didn't kill anyone, my conscience is clear, I will never admit anything and I can claim that I was coerced into saying what I said in the apartment.
Just deny everything until the end, the family's lawyers will take care of the rest, that's what they're paid for.
—Do you admit that you had Morgan Hill murdered?— the police officer asks.
I looked at my hands on the table, handcuffs on my wrists. Handcuffs definitely don't suit me, seeing them around my wrists only proves that.
—I didn't do any of that.— I said.
—What do you have to say about the recording in which you admit to doing exactly what I just asked?— the police officer continues.
—I was coerced, I really did it, you have to believe me, I'm innocent.— I said with a frightened look on my face.
—Coerced?— he asked, focusing all his attention on me.
It's time to start the show. I knew those years in the theater club would be a big help.
—Yes, everyone knows how much I love Maverick, but I would never do anything against him or my cousin. He called me first and asked to meet me. He wanted to make me an offer, and I, like a fool, accepted and let myself get carried away by the conversation. I just wanted him back, despite all the humiliation I suffered. I still love him.— As I spoke, my eyes gradually filled with tears and my voice began to tremble, until I finished speaking in tears.
The policeman sighed as if he were tired and waited until I stopped crying.
Shit, it seems he's not moved by the tears of a beautiful woman.
But I'm not done yet, in fact I'm far from done with just tears.
—What about the women you're accused of killing?— he asked, unperturbed.
—I don't know anything about that. I admit I gave them money to go away and leave Maverick alone, I was just afraid that one of them would show up pregnant later and try to take advantage of Maverick. Look, why would I give each of these women a lot of money if I wanted to kill them? That doesn't make sense. Instead of giving them money, I would have found someone to kill them once and for all and simply used the money I would have given them to pay the killer.— I argued.
The man nodded and wrote something down.
—You are also accused of desecrating a corpse. What do you have to say about that?— he asked.
Why does he keep asking questions?
—Sir, I don't even know what that means. But whatever it is, it wasn't me. I heard what happened to Morgan's father and I'm very sorry, but I was in a clinic taking care of my mental health, which was badly shaken after successive humiliations and the scandal on my wedding day.— I continued to deny and argue at the same time.
—Do you deny all the accusations?— he asks again.
—I deny all the accusations. I didn't do anything I'm accused of. If something happened to Morgan, it wasn't on my orders. I only associate with good people. I don't even know how to get in touch with people from the underworld. Besides, Morgan's father was a man of questionable character. He was in prison for theft and other crimes. The person who stole her body must have been the same person who tried to kill her daughter, perhaps a creditor from the underworld seeking payment or something like that. Even good people know that they collect debts one way or another.— I said.
—All right, you can call someone.— the man said, getting up and leading me to a phone.
I thanked him and called the person who could help me the most at that moment.
—Hello.— the cold voice on the other end of the line reached me.
—Dad, Maverick set me up, I'm in jail. Bring someone to get me out or I'll rot here.— I said, my voice trembling.
There was a sigh on the other end of the line.
—What the hell did you do this time?— he asked impatiently.
—I didn't do anything, I was tricked. When you come, I'll tell you everything in detail, but I promise I really didn't do anything.— I said urgently.
There was a moment of silence on the other end, and for a few seconds I thought he would refuse, but fortunately, some sense of distorted duty must have spoken louder.
—All right, I'll be there in a few minutes.— he said.
The police officer told him where we were, and it took about thirty minutes for my father to arrive, three lawyers at his side, all ready to get me out of there.