And just like that, She appeared in my mind. She was that inner primitive being hell bent on protecting me and mine. We existed in the same space, and she almost always let me give input, although she ignored me most of the time.
We raised my head slowly and pinned the detective with a stare that dared her to mess with me. Us.
“No,” I responded. “How many times do I have to tell you that I didn’t do anything? You’re interrogating me like I’m the only person in the entire school who might pull a prank like this. You should be asking if I’m in danger from some lunatic.”
There was no lunatic, unless you counted my potentially split personality. She wasn’t just a badass weekend warrior with an iron will and the self-preservation of a feral creature. She was insolent as all get-out and I had a sinking feeling she was about to make things worse.
The detective drew herself up to her full height in her chair, an impressive five foot three inches, if I had to guess. “Well, Ms. Andrews, there’s no evidence that you didn’t cause the explosion. This attitude isn’t going to help you.”
“Yeah, well, I have a major problem going to jail for an alleged crime that I didn’t commit. Going to jail isn’t on my bucket list.”
“Here’s what I don’t get,” she mused. “You’re an honor student, a former cheerleader, pretty and athletic. Your brother is one of the most popular kids in this high school. What’s your deal? Silly teenage prankster? Or are you part of something much bigger than you realize?”
The snort just came out. Couldn’t help it. “Like what? Terrorism?”
“You used the word, not me.”
My hand twitched and both my warrior chick and I stowed our urges to slap the woman. The young detective caught the big bad terrorist in the act and was going to get a commendation. I saw it in her face, the way her lips curled into a sneer and her body practically vibrated excitement.
“Bryant. Haven’t you heard of the concept of innocent until proven guilty? Because as far as I’m concerned, you’ve got nothing. So do us all a favor, clear the crime scene and let me go home. I’ve got an exam tomorrow.”
“You were the only one in the area and the scorch marks originated from you. Yet, there’s not a smudge on your clothes…no burnt hair...?”
“I was unconscious!”
“I’m sorry, Jasper. We’re not letting you go.”
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