Code 810 - Running to Stay Alive
Chapter Twenty-three
After getting information from Aris, detective Egan asks Aris to retrace the digital trail that may be left by the suspect who is now sitting in the interrogation room alone.
Detective Egan then exits Aris' room and is followed by his partner, detective Keiko who walks right behind detective Egan.
“It looks like we should go back to meet our suspect?!“ said detective Keiko who asserted by his partner who had pressed the elevator button to go downstairs.
As soon as the elevator doors opened the two detectives went in and with a mounting adrenaline rush waited for the elevator to come down and take them to the floor where their interrogation room was.
With a steady step and definitely both detectives came out as soon as the elevator door opened. The adrenaline in their bodies makes them even more impatient to be reunited with Brian, their suspect in this case.
Detective Keiko who initially walked behind detective Egan now widen his steps so that he can be in front of detective Egan.
Not to mention that they were close to the door of the interrogation room, the hands of detective Keiko already held the door handle of the interrogation room.
“Gue aja!“ detective Keiko said to her partner who was replied with a nod of the head by detective Egan.
As detective Keiko opens the door and enters the interrogation room, detective Egan walks towards the next room to monitor the course of the interrogation.
“We meet again,” Detective Keiko gave a greeting to Brian who was still sitting casually in the middle of the interrogation room.
“It's hard to avoid you guys,” Brian replied with his arrogant face.
“There's something you want to tell us again Brian!?“ detective Keiko is fishing.
“Didn't I tell you and your colleagues that I won't say anything to you before my lawyer is here,” replied Brian indifferently and then he was busy cleaning the nails in his hands.
“Do you think taking someone's life is fun?“ ask detective Keiko.
“I don't understand what you mean detective,” Brian replied without once taking his eyes off his nails.
“Didn't you kill this woman?“
This time detective Keiko presented a photo of the victim from Winter hill, Sephia Sukamadjaya who had paled.
“I don't know him,” replied Brian indifferently.
“You haven't even seen this photo. How can you know that you don't know him, ” detective Keiko tries to force Brian to look at the photo he thrusts.
“I didn't kill anyone detective so how could I know the man who said he lost his life,” reply Brian who looked towards detective Keiko instead towards the photo that was proffered by detective Keiko.
“How can you be so confident?“ ask detective Keiko with the stored anger.
“It has been built since inside my mother's stomach,” replied Aris with a grin on her face.
Brian's face turned as if in disbelief with what he had just heard and asked, “What's the matter with my mother?“
“Looks like your mom is watching you a lot huh Brian. Until the moment you are dead you always ask for help from him,” detective Keiko began to re-ignite the emotions of the suspect and it seems like it worked.
“Do not joke detective. My mother is dead and even though she loves me but it is proven that she cannot protect me,” Brian replied that now began to look scary again.
Detective Keiko doesn't feel completely intimidated and frightened. Instead, he must show that he is the one in power in the interrogation room and force Brian to confess the heinous act to the victim who is not one, but one, two even more than three in different places and times.
But detective Keiko did take a while to be able to calm down and master the situation as before because however the grin on Brian's face for the first few seconds made some of his soul feel vibrating aslo.
The atmosphere of the interrogation room was silent again when detective Keiko did not continue his question and suspect, Brian was as if he did not care about the presence of detective Keiko who was sitting in front of him.
Brian so focused his attention fully on the fingernails that he had cleaned with his own hands.
Time and again Brian raised one of his hands as high as his eyes and watched his nails carefully long to lower it again, clean and then lift it again several times until finally a smile on his face indicates that he has been satisfied with what he has been doing since.
While in another room detective Egan who still continues to watch the interrogation with a little anxiety when he sees his partner who is slightly disturbed, feels a vibration coming from his pants pocket.
“How about detective, is there anything you want to ask me again?“ asked Brian who had lowered his handcuffed hands back to the table.
Detective Keiko who had been startled and enjoyed every move from Brian gasped at the question from the person before him.
“How do you do it?“ ask detective Keiko.
“Doing what do you mean? Eliminate the life of the person you mean?“ ask Brian back to Detective Keiko.
“Not. But do what you just did.“
“Oh this!? You mean what I do to these nails on my fingers?“ ask Brian.
“Even me women do not do that,” Detective Keiko reply.
“As you said earlier, my mother did love me until she taught me to clean up myself. Doesn't this look good?“ brian asked while showing the nails on his fingers that did look very clean while putting a satisfied smile on his face.
Detective Keiko seemed to be back in awe and looked at Brian's fingernails carefully and a great admiration for the line of Brian's fingernails that were so clean that they almost forgot that he existed in the interrogation room to question the disappearance of several people to Brian, their suspect this time.
“How about detective, do you want me to teach you how to make the nails on your fingers look as good as mine?“ brian asked with pride in his heart.
Not yet had detective Keiko answered Brian's question, a knock in the mirror one way where his partner was making detective Keiko avert his eyes and realized from all his admiration at the time.
Detective Keiko got up from her seat and stepped towards the exit of the interrogation room but Brian still asked, “How is the detective? I can help if you want.“
