Hate (I Really Don't Like You)

It’s about twenty minutes later when Hayley knocks on his office door, and ten minutes later before Gerard exits his office and stands next to her cubicle, waiting for her to give him a synopsis of what’s happening.

“Any luck with getting anything out of the husband of the deceased?” Gerard asks.

Hayley nods slightly and Gerard stops to look curiously at her.

“It’s nothing concrete but he got incredibly fidgety when I asked him about the missing girl,” she says, “You’ll have a lot more luck at dissecting him than I did.”

“Really now?” Gerard answers, “Still here?”

Hayley nods so he walks over to the interrogation room for the second time today, and sees the man sitting there all alone. Gerard looks at Brendon who’s in the adjacent room watching him through the mirror.

“Go ahead,” Brendon says looking up, “I’m looking through his credit card purchases.”

Gerard nods and enters the room to look at Mr. Carmycle. He’s recently lost his wife, but that doesn’t mean he can’t have something to do with it, and Gerard is not in the mood to play good cop right now.

“Are you familiar with the name ‘Lily Rosessen’?” Gerard asks, bluntly. He doesn’t sit down, but he walks around the table and glares at the man authoritatively.

“I... no. Well I was told about the tragedy with her, but I don’t know anything about her.”

Gerard stares at the man coldly. This guy is lying. He’s more than positive.

“If you know something that you’re not telling me I can put you away for obstruction of justice. If you have anything to do with this girls kidnapping than the minimum you’ll get is five years,” Gerard says. “You’re likely to get twenty though. If the girl ends up abused or harmed in anyway then you can add another ten years onto that. Am I making myself clear? Lastly, god forbid she ends up dead then I can pin life in prison on you if you’re lucky.”

“I’m not lying,” he says, but he looks terrified. He rubs at his eyes, and any good profiler knows that this is one of the prevalent tells of a liar. Gerard is pretty good at poker because of his skill in recognizing these things.

“Yes you are and I intend to prove it,” Gerard answers.

“I don’t have anything to do with my wife’s murder,” the guy says.

“We’re not talking about that right now,” Gerard says, and he rests himself on the table to get a closer view of the man. He’s balding, but his hair is strawberry blond, and his face is rubicund as well as sweaty.

“I want to know where that little girl is, and I want to know now,” Gerard says. He’s aggressing far quicker than usual, but he just needs to find Lily.

“I don’t-”

“Brendon would you bring me his file,” Gerard says and he looks directly at the mirror where Brendon is standing on the other side. He can’t see into the room, but he knows Brendon can hear him. The door opens and Brendon holds out a beige folder to him. Gerard gets a glance into the room and sees Frank is now there and looking at him, but Gerard doesn’t pay him any mind other than that.

“Thank you,” Gerard says and he positions himself back on the desk and starts rifling through the pages.

He starts stating random facts about Mr. Carmycle while the man sits nervously in his chair. He scratches the nape of his neck with his index finger and Gerard smiles. That very gesture means that he’s both lying and in distress. Gerard is almost there he just has to keep pushing.

“Graduated in 91,” Gerard says absently, “Married to a woman named May Bradley, but I see you got a divorce, and only a year later you remarried. I suspect adultery was involved.”

“Don’t-”

“Shut the hell up Mr. Carmycle. I’m not afraid to make this worse for you,” he says. Gerard is really good at playing bad cop, and he’s making good use of that skill now.

He slips through to another page where he sees something interesting, “Oh I see you recently bought a small house in Brooklyn.”

“It’s for my brother, he just moved to New York.”

“Good for him, would you mind if we went to go pay him a visit?” Gerard asks.

He looks at Gerard and he can practically hear the man’s heartbeat. He adjusts his cufflinks on his starchy white shirt and Gerard smirks. He’s got him, he finally got to him. Mr. Carmycle is a mouse, with Gerard a cat, and he’s managed to corner the little mouse. No escape.

“I don’t know if-”

“I don’t care, we’ll just drop by,” Gerard says and raises his eyebrows and gives the man a gloating look.

“I’ll see you in a few hours Mr. Carmycle to charge you with first degree kidnapping. Sit tight and don’t go anywhere,” Gerard smiles and looks at the man with an unnaturally evil and confident smirk. He’s somewhere between ninety and one hundred percent sure he knows where Lily Rosessen is now.

Gerard gets up and exits the small room to see Brendon and Frank, both looking at him with a mixture of awe and skepticism.

“I want to get a few uniforms out there ahead of us so if you’d call that in, and I’m going to need a warrant to enter that house,” Gerard says looking at Brendon.

“What house?”

“Mr. Carmycles’ brothers house,” Gerard answers, “Come on let’s get Patrick and Hayley. We’ve got a little girl to go rescue.”

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