“So Miss Steele can you tell me about your relationship with the first deceased Sally Grey” it was not a question. It was a command from chief detective Lance.
My first breath of fresh air was rushed. After the police barged into the basement I was arrested and dragged outside for the first time in over a year. I wanted nothing more than to go back inside. It was not just the police Tom had cried to. Reporters stood ready and eager. They were like vultures, all ready to trample each other to get a picture. I was pushed in a police car and driven to the station. And now I am being interrogated by police still covered in my own blood along with the blood of two others. At least they got a doctor to remove the blade from my boob safely.
“Sally was my mothers sister. I stayed with her while my Father was deployed.”
The detective makes sure that the recorder is close enough to hear both our voices.
“And did you get along?”
“For the most part yes” I nod.
These questions continue for hours. Officer Lance asks about my mother and father. Sally and Philip. Kelly and Theo. Nurse Katie and Anna. He saves Harry for last.
“What is your relationship with Mr Harry Styles?”
“I um, I don’t really know” I answer honestly. ‘I don’t want to do this anymore’
The look on Harry’s face after I spoke the words almost made me take them back. I knew I would be sent back, well maybe not to Broadmoor but I would be locked away somewhere. I couldn’t have him wait for me or have some stupid superficial relationship where he would come and visit once a week and I pretend not to be nuts. It was never going to last.
“You don’t know?” the detective questions.
“Well we were together sort of but then I guess I sort of ended it” I admit.
“Well your answer conflicts with Mr Styles. What do you have to say now Miss Steele?”
“What did Harry tell you?” I ask shocked.
“Mr Styles seems to believe you two are in a loving relationship”
I shake my head and the detective drops the questions for now.
“Miss Steele thank you for answering these questions. Is there any questions you have or anything you need to tell me?”
“Am I still under arrest?”
“Yes Miss Steele. As far as the evidence we have collected goes you accusations of Mr Stephan Hocking being the killer of-“
I cut the detective off. I don’t want to hear him rattle off the names of people I care about like they are just evidence.
“I have evidence,” I say confidently.
“A taped confession, well at least I think it recorded I haven’t had a chance to listen” I place the recorder on the table and another officer bags it immediately.
“Why didn’t you start with this Miss Steele?”
“You have it now don’t you?”
“Thank you, is there anything else Miss Steele?”
“I want to go to Theo’s funeral, when is it?”
“Theodora Donavan-“ The detective starts.
“Her name is Theo damn it. She is a person not just some name on your paper alright” I yell.
“Miss Steele I will need you to calm down,” the second officer says sternly.
“Its alright Cam” officer Lance waves the man way.
“You love her, I understand. Theo will remain with the coroner until he conducts all his findings. Theo will then be released to her family to do with what they will. I can let you know when the final plans are made if you would like”
I smile at the officer. “Thank you”
I am forced into a small holding cell in the city. I take a seat on a bench in the corner. I wonder if I will have to sleep here tonight. I also wonder where Harry is and if he is safe. I still have no idea what they did with him. Detective Lance approaches my cell.
“What would you like for dinner?” he asks nicely.
His question puts me at a loss for words so I just shrug.
“Come on anything you want” he smiles.
“Chocolate?” I ask excitedly.
“Chocolate is not dinner Vera, but I will get you some for pudding”
“Um I could murder cheese toasties”
The detective laughs at my choice of words.
“Cheese toasties it is”
“Mr Lance” I call before he walks way.
“Where is Harry?” I ask quietly.
“Mr Styles is still in questioning”
I nod and he turns away.
So Harry is here in this building. I really hope questioning is not code for beating the shit out of. A stranger passes my cell and I get their attention. It is a woman dressed in a suit. Her black hair is tied firmly in a bun at the back of her head.
“Sorry to bother, but I was wondering if you could maybe manage me a few pieces of paper and a pen”
The woman digs deep into her bag. She pulls out a pen and a note pad from her files.
“Here we are Vera” she smiles.
“How do you know me?”
“Vera I am your lawyer, I am here to help you.”
I nod and she smiles again before walking away.
I sit in my cell writing. Nothing in particular I would start a story then start again. A couple hours pass before the detective drops my dinner off along with as promised, chocolate.
“Who gave you that?” he asks referring to the paper and pen.
“Oh” I start with my mouth full. “My lawyer”
“No I want to see her. Why am I here? I am innocent”
It’s Harry. He is yelling at someone. Harry pushes past an officer and almost stumbles into the room where I am being held.
“Shit Vera” Harry comments as he takes in my appearance.
Harry is in regular clothes. He is wearing a plain white shirt and black pants. He looks like a fucken model and I am sitting here in a bloody jumpsuit.
“Why haven’t you changed?” he asks
Because Harry you deserve to be happy with a normal person. But he is probably meaning my clothes not my mind.
“I own nothing Harry.” Harry steps closer.
“Open the door” he orders an officer. The officer is clearly scared of Harry and does as he is told.
Harry joins me on the bench. Silence. For what feels like hours.
“Are you here for a reason or just to bother?” I ask rudely.
“I bother you?” he is hurt. I have hurt him again. It is what needs to be done. NO my head screams. I can’t lie to him but I don’t want him to stick around either. I have to fight with everything I have left not to hide in his arms. Why can’t he just go?
“How are you just roaming around?” I change the subject.
“The recording you took of Stephan’s confession got me off on all charges”
I just nod.
“Thank you so much Vera. I owe you my life”
“You owe me nothing” I sigh.
Detective Lance walks into the holding room.
“Vera Steele” his voice is stern and professional. I grab Harry’s arm instinctively.
Mr Lance breaks into a smile. “You are free to go” he pauses. “From here don’t leave town or anything, you too Styles”