Chapter 39 The Interrogation

Chapter 39 The Interrogation
Detective Harris’s POV

I sat alone in my office, my black jacket still on me, and my tie loose like I'd forgotten I was even wearing one.

The smell of the cemetery still felt stuck to me.
I can't believe Big Jay was dead and buried just like.

I still can't put together what exactly is happening right now?

How on earth could the entire hospital CCTV system be destroyed just to bypass over fifty rooms and get to Jay’s room—only to murder him in such a brutal, inhuman way?

No matter how much I tried to find a hint, anything the murderer might have missed, I kept coming back to one conclusion: this killing had to be carried out by a hitman—someone who had Big Jay personally in mind. Maybe he hated him for reasons far deeper than the motive behind the murder itself.

No. This is brutal. It’s unfair.

Big Jay was a good man… at least he used to be. Except lately, I don’t even know what he’d become or why the hell he started acting on his own, trying to hurt a woman and all that shit.

I still don’t understand.

Something isn’t adding up.

No matter how much I remain depressed, Big Jay was in the ground now, and the whole thing still felt unreal.

I let out a loud exhale and leaned back in my chair as I began staring at the ceiling like it has answers to all my pressing questions.

My jaw felt tight. “Buried just like that…” I muttered. A man I worked with. A man I argued with. A man who died in a way no one should.

The room was quiet; the rest of the officers hadn’t returned from the burial yet. I was the only one who slipped out earlier and came back to the office.

I didn’t bother following them for the after-burial gathering that was held at the funeral reception home.

I couldn't stand it any longer.

Everyone knew I was Big Jay’s closest friend, and of course, I’d been heartbroken since the beginning of the Charlie Carter case.

I don’t know why I feel this way, but something in me keeps whispering that I’m blind to something—something obvious, something important. No matter how hard I try, I still can’t see it.

Whatever it is… it’s right there, hiding in plain sight, waiting for me to notice.

The room was suddenly too quiet, and that made my thoughts only grow louder.

I rubbed my face slowly with both hands.

The details of Big Jay’s death wouldn't stop replaying in my head like a broken record—the hospital room, the number of stabs, the open cuts all over his chest and ribs.

“This wasn’t random, this is selected,” I said quietly.

I have worked enough cases to know when a story didn’t sit right. And this one? I swear it's screaming at me.

Someone wanted him dead. Someone needed to silent him. The same person who was behind Big Jay’s sudden wild behaviour is the same one behind his death. He was going to confess… to tell me everything about what he knows… but just like that, he was murdered.

I stood up suddenly and walked to the window, placing both hands on the glass like I needed to grab something in order to stand properly.

Outside the window, the city moved on as though nothing had happened. Everyone carried on with their lives, treating the day like any other—while mine had quietly fallen apart.

Cars passed, people laughed—of course, life continued.

I shook my head slowly. “How do people just move on…” I thought.

My mind felt crowded. Everything just feels too much for me to bear—too many faces, too many lies, and too many half-truths.

What am I supposed to believe now?

Big Jay’s face flashed in my head again, cold and lifeless. I hissed and looked away from the window sharply.

This was when Zoey’s face suddenly came into my mind.

I remembered the day I’d asked that she be brought in for questioning.

Zoey’s Charlie’s secretary and also his mistress… how surprising.

I sighed slowly. “Zoey…” I suddenly found myself whispering her name under her breath

Something in me didn't want to believe anything she saud here during the interrogation process.

Something about that interview never fully left me. Not because it was loud. But because it was too calm.

Too calm to be normal.

Zoey had looked tired that day. It didn't look as if ste was faking it, ste really did seem tired, as if she was fed up with life itself.

Her eyes were dull, like she hadn’t slept in days. Her shoulders were slumped… and when she spoke, her voice was low and steady, but something was missing. She didn’t cry much, I remembered.

Sometimes, pain doesn’t scream… it just kills you silently.

If I were to judge by what I witnessed, I could've simply said Zoey was so in love with Charlie and she couldn't have hurt him.

But then, I can't just believe Zoey simply because she was able to put up a perfect act like that. What if she's the mastermind begin Charlie's death?

There was something about the was she answered questions carefully. No shaking. No drama. Just controlled sadness.

“I left the moment Shenell walked in,” Zoey had said firmly that day.

I remembered her exact words when I asked about her whereabouts at the time of Charlie’s death. She claimed she left the house immediately Shenell arrived.

That was where the story became complicated—Zoey denied ever sleeping with Charlie.

“Shenell walked in on me as I was leaving the house. She got mad and thought I’d come for her husband, so she flared up and was ready to fight me.”

Zoey’s eyes barely moved as she explained everything.

God, she was smooth with her words—so smooth she could easily pass for the truth.
But who knows? She might have rehearsed every one of those answers long before the interrogation. I couldn’t just believe her… not when her story completely contradicted Shenell’s.

And if I had to believe anyone, it would be Shenell.

Not because of bias—just because some truths stand right in front of you. All you have to do is strain your eyes a little harder, and you’ll start to see every single line you missed.

I didn't make her feel like a liar just yet, I proceeded with my questions and asked her how she handled Shenell after she fkatf up and would fight her.

I remembered Zoey replying with something like, “I didn’t stay. I didn’t argue. I just left.” She said without blinking, she didn't even stutter for once.