Scarecrow: And So The Questioner Becomes The Questioned


Jerry Montgomery. My eyes snapped open. I had just remembered something vital. I knew it was important, gut feeling you could call it. He was a lawyer but when it came to the law he was about as straight as a roundabout. He was a major drug lord and bought his way out of charge, robbery, assault, drug handling, drink driving...murder. I shivered. Would he have killed her? If so why would he do it? And why blame me?

The walls shuddered to a stop and then retracted. I grabbed the chair and pulled it over to the corner, sitting on it in a half slouch. Then I waited for the man to come back in.

He did not disappoint I can tell you! I laughed at his face as he took in how calm I was. He seemed slightly surprised and glanced around the cell.

'Looking for something pal?' I grinned evilly at him.

'No.' he snapped but I could see that his pupils had widened ever so slightly.

'Good, good. Care to tell me what kind of messed up game you're playing here?' I raised an eyebrow and he looked trapped. 'I eh, sorry I have no idea what you're talking about.' he muttered.

I stood up. 'Oh I bet you don't. I'm just letting you know, you can tell me, or I'll find out.' I paused and looked him in the eye 'And I'm warning you, I will find out.'

He turned and fled the room.

'Hey don't I get my one phone call a**hole?' I yelled after him.

The slamming of the door was the reply I got.

I settled back down in the chair and leant backwards. I went back to pondering over what I'd been thinking about before he came in. Jerry. Why would he do it? Did the Recondos do something to him? Did I when I was working for the hostage unit before SCIT? Did SCIT do something to him? Or did she just find out something she wasn't supposed to?.... Why blame it on me?

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