The Interrogation: A short story/Updates

Before you read this short story there is a few minor things I have to mention concerning future writings and updates. First of all, a new section has been created, dedicated to friends and fellow authors who have published or released work. Secondly, a new book in underway and details will come with time. So without further ado, here is a short story entitled ‘Interrogation‘.

The Interrogation

In a once quiet police station, several police officers are scurrying in a manic manner as they try to assess their most recent arrest. Behind a fortified steel door, three men sit against the wall as they await their fate. Peering through the small window, a man watches them with scornful eyes. From behind him, another officer approaches him with a clipboard with several papers attached.

“Oliver, the arrest reports have been composed. They just need your finalized signature.” He told him, his stress can be heard through his voice as he hands his superior the paperwork. Oliver signs the paperwork quickly handing it back to the officer.

“Elias, do we have a statement for the media?” Oliver asks as they begin to walk through the maze of desks.

“We have a press release for the reporters outside, but they are going ballistic. Are you going to present the official statement?” Elias asks, unsure of how to handle the press. In his time working as an officer of the law, he never had seen the press as active as they are.

“Truthfully, I have never enjoyed dealing with the media. Henderson can deal with them. I want to interrogate Colbins before Franklin releases him. Have you managed to do a background search on him yet?” Oliver inquires as they leave they main lobby to enter an adjacent hallway.

“Ian Ryan Colbins, sixty two year old male. Works as a custodian for the local high school. According to the report, the guy is one lucky bastard.” Elias replied as he looks through the paperwork.

“What do you mean?”

“He has won four separate jackpots for the state lottery, earning around one hundred and eighty five million. Though he donated a majority of it to several charities. Here is the weird thing though, he had won and donated the money to the charities almost immediately following certain disasters; Hurricane Katrina, the Fukushima Daiichi reactor disaster, and others, and the list goes on.” Elias explained as his superior stops mid step in the hallway. His curiosity is peaked to know why a man would donate a majority of his wealth to different charities.

“How would he know when to donate the money to charity?” Oliver asks as he turns to Elias.

“I don’t know sir. It is peculiar that he would win just as the disasters happened.” Elias responded as they continued to walk down the hall. They eventually reach the room they are looking for. Across the steel door, the words ‘Interrogation Room’ are displayed with plastic lettering.  Through the steel mesh laden window, they see the man in question. An older man sitting in a wooden chair, his large hands are bound together by metallic handcuffs. Age has taken its toll on him, though he seems worn and tired. The officers enter the room, preparing themselves for the interrogation. Elias rests himself against the concrete wall as his superior takes the wooden seat across from Ian, sitting the paperwork before him. The analog clock ticks loudly in the background, filling the small room with its sound.

“Mr. Colbins, my name is Detective Oliver Cartwright and this is Officer Cortez. We are here to ask you a few questions about the recent arrests of John Meyers, Vincent Wakowski, and Timothy Simpson. Shall we begin?” Oliver asks as he begins to skim through the paperwork before him. He sees that while Colbins has a small record of mental instability, he has no previous criminal charges.

“Yes…Yes, let’s begin.” Colbins says in a shaky voice, averting his eyes from looking at either officer by focusing on the beige tile floor.

“At eight AM, you called us to report that the aforementioned suspects had plans to use homemade bombs to endanger lives at the Fallbrook community center, where the Saint Michael’s Church was holding a charity event at nine AM. You gave specific details to who these individuals were and where they were operating out of. How do you know these young men? Where they students in at the high school where you worked?” Oliver asks, pulling out three photos of the suspects and sitting them in front of Colbins. Colbins quickly glances at the photos before resuming to turn his face to the floor.

“I know those young men, though only two of them were students. Meyers was a recent drop out. He was…angry and hateful. He wanted to make his mark, dragging along Simpson and Wakowski along with him.” Colbins answered in a mournful voice, feeling pittance for Simpson and Wakowski.

“I want to know how you fit into this. As a janitor, you are the eyes and ears of a school. How did you learn of their intentions?” Oliver inquires, continuing his work while his associate remains silent and watchful. It takes some time for Colbins to answer his question, but he eventually tells the officer what he wants to hear.

“I saw it…I saw them creating the bombs and what they were going to do with them.” Colbins replied.

“You saw these kids creating these bombs on school property? Where were they making them?” Oliver continues to question. Colbins shakes his thin face in disagreement at his questions.

“No…They made them at Meyer’s home. I saw them using the bombs at the community center.” Colbins elaborated. Elias and Oliver look at him with confusion with his statement, unsure of what he meant.

“What are you talking about? The bombs were never detonated. They were taken from Meyer’s home where the suspects were preparing to transport them.” Oliver stated in defiance.

“Detective Cartwright, what I am about to tell you is something that you will not easily believe nor will you understand. I am…capable of seeing into the near future. I saw those boys using the bombs to kill people.” Colbins admits to them in a saddened tone. The officers look at him with disbelieve.

“Wait a minute, are you telling us that you can ‘see’ the future? What a load of shit.”  Elias said, breaking his silence.

“I speak nothing but the truth Officer Cortez. I have been able to see into the future since I was a young man. It is a burden that I have carried for most of my life.” Colbins told him, though Elias scoffs at the comment.

“Listen Colbins, seeing into the future is a scam used at cheap carnivals. If you can ‘see’ into the future, prove it.” Elias retorted. Colbins looks up for a brief moment at Elias before averting his eyes back to the floor.

“Officer Cortez, you are an avid gambler. You enjoy playing the pick threes in your spare time. I see that you are going to check the four tickets in your left shirt pocket as soon as this interrogation is over. Each of those tickets are losing tickets, the winning numbers are two, six, one. The drawing is going to go off in five minutes. If you don’t believe me, check your tickets.” Colbins clarified, gesturing to Elias’ pocket. Elias’ face turns to shock as he hears this, placing his hand against his chest.

“Detective Cartwright, may I speak to you outside for a moment?” Elias asks, motioning for his superior to follow him. Oliver pushes himself up from the desk, letting out an aggravated sigh as he follows Elias out the door. Closing the door behind them, they begin to speak.

“Do you want to tell me what that was about Elias?” Oliver asks.

“Oliver, he knew where I had my tickets. I think there is something wrong with this guy.” Elias replied, pulling out the tickets from his pocket and showing them to Oliver.

“That doesn’t prove anything. They brought him past your desk, he could have seen the used tickets in your trash can. It is obviously a bluff.” As Oliver says this, Elias pulls out his smart phone and begins to tap on the screen to access the internet. Oliver looks at him with disbelief that his partner would buy into what he perceived to be a bluff.

“The drawing goes off in a minute. This will prove if Colbins is talking out of his ass or not.” Elias responded. Oliver walks around him to peer through the glass to see Colbins sitting quietly in the room, looking at the paperwork. After a moment, the drawing goes off and Elias sees what the numbers are, much to his surprise.

“Holy shit…Oliver, look.” Elias said, holding up his smartphone. Oliver turns around to face his fellow officer. Looking at the phone, the numbers two, six, and one are displayed in bright yellow colors. Oliver looks at the plastic screen with shock as they try to contemplate what they are dealing with.

“Oliver, this is huge. We have a guy sitting in there that can see into the fucking future.” Elias said in a hushed yet loud tone.

“We don’t know if this guy can truly see into the future. If he is capable of doing so, then we can have a larger problem than some teen bombers. Let’s get some more answers out of him.” Oliver said as they soon head back into the interrogation room. Closing the doors behind them, they return to their original positions to resume the conversation.

“Do you believe me Officer Cortez?” Colbins asks, anxious to know how they would respond.

“We have some doubt about your ‘ability’. Tell us, if you are capable of seeing the future, why work as a janitor in a small town?” Elias asks, curious to know why he would work a meager job.

“There was a time in my life where I used my ability for personal gain. I used it to gain riches in the stock exchange, the lottery, and Las Vegas. I had money, though I learned that it did not make me happy nor did it reduce the pain I experience each day. I was surrounded by people, who saw me as nothing more than a personal bank and someone to use. At a point, I was spiraling towards depression as I saw how people changed when surrounded by vast wealth. They turn into beasts…vile and vicious, they soon turn into monsters as they try to protect what they think is theirs. So, I gave it all away as I tried to live a more earnest life.” Colbins explained in a saddened and devoid voice, thinking back to past memories and the people he once knew. Elias and Oliver takes this in, trying to understand from his perspective. They would have never thought before that wealth would make someone unhappy. Though something that Colbins has said left some resonance with them as it confuses them.

“You mentioned reoccurring pain. What are you talking about?” Oliver inquires.

“As you two can see, I cannot look at either of you directly. Looking into someone’s future is more painful than you can believe. Time is not a constant or straight forward motion. There are alternate paths that the future can take which can easily change with a single action. I am forced to see every single future that can and will occur. There are times where…where I can’t tell what is real and what is not. With time, you would think that one would get use to the pain, but it still resonates as it did when I was young.” Colbins answered.

“One thing concerns me though. In your record, you have donated millions to charities just as disasters occur. Were you capable of seeing these disasters before they occurred?” Oliver asks, concerned with whether or not Colbins could have prevented past disasters from happening.

“I was…though there was nothing I could do to prevent them.” Colbins replied regretfully. Both of the officers look at him with disbelief, unable to accept that he was able to prevent the loss of life.

“What do you mean that you could not prevent the disasters from happening? Do you remember 9/11? How many people died as the world watched? Why didn’t you help them?” Oliver asks in an angered tone.

“Are you familiar with the Greek prophet Cassandra? She was gifted by Apollo with the ability to see the future, but she was curse in a way so that no one would believe her. If I had tried to warn people about what is to come, they would not believe me. I would be called insane or arrested and questioned as the events still transpire. All I can do is just…watch as everything falls to ruin.” Colbins told them remorsefully. Elias and Oliver sit in silence as they try to take in what he had to say.

“If you decided not to warn people about other disasters or attacks, then why call us about the bombing?” Elias asks, questioning Colbins’ logic behind his decision.

“I have lived here for several years, getting to know the people who lived here and becoming their friend. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to them. Though I have a secondary motive, concerning you Detective Cartwright.” Colbins explained, focusing his attention on the detective.

“What are you talking about?” Oliver asks, raising concern about what Colbins wants with him.

“Your wife, Amanda, she is pregnant. A beautiful baby girl who will live a long and happy life, though she will not know who her mother is.” Colbins told him as a tear begins to run down his face from his sunken eyes.

“What are you talking about?” Oliver demanded, fearful of what he has to say.

“Her water will break in a matter of minutes and she will call you to tell you that she is heading to the hospital with her friend Susan. Though she will go through cardiac arrest as the ambulance arrives. Your wife’s friend will call you as they go to the hospital to tell you that something has gone wrong. Though your daughter will live, Amanda will die in the hospital. You will want to rush from this room to be with your wife, but you must stay here no matter what.” Colbins answered.

“If my wife is in danger, then why should I stay here? I need to get to her.” Oliver says defiantly as he tries to stand up.

“Sit down!” Colbins shouts, breaking his previous manner of speaking softly. “If you leave now, your daughter will grow up with neither a father nor mother. As you rush to your wife, you will be hit by a sedan that is going to speed through a four way intersection. Your wife is going to die. Every possible future points out to this, and there is no changing that. Though if stay here, your daughter will have still have a father. Think about your daughter.” Oliver looks at him with disbelief.

“I don’t believe you. Amanda is in perfect health, she is not going to…” Oliver is cut off by the sound of his phone going off. He pulls out the vibrating phone from his pocket and sees that it is his wife.

“Choose your next words wisely.” Colbins told him quietly. Elias watches as Oliver hesitantly answers his phone.

“Oliver, my water broke! Ah god…Susan has just called 911 and an ambulance is going to pick me up.” Amanda says in a strained voice. Oliver struggles with what to say next, unsure of what his last words to his wife will be.

“Amanda, baby…I want you to know…I will always love you.” Oliver barely said in a broken voice as tears begin to fall down from his face.

“What are you talking about…Listen, the ambulance is here. Please hurry to the hospital, ah god…” Amanda said as the phone call ends. Oliver drops the phone on the table and begins to cry heavily. He holds his left hand to his head, running his slender fingers through his auburn hair as his sobs fill the room.

“Why? Why you fucking bastard? Why come here to tell me this?” Oliver pleading asks him, trying to raise himself to look Colbins in the eyes.

“If I never came here, then you would be dead.” Colbins said mournfully, turning to face the officers. After a while, Oliver’s phone rings once more.

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