Dead.

A cold metal chair, a unstable wooden table with a lighting above, and a one-way mirror. This interrogation room was so cliche, as if it were taken out of a movie scene.

The door creaked open, and Toro stepped in. The Sheriff followed close behind, but stayed in the far corner, glaring at me with his arms crossed each other. Toro flipped through a yellow folder, his eyes taking glances up at me. He set them down onto the table, "Iero."

I didn't respond.

He placed his palms flat out against the table and locked eyes with me, "We found it."

I smiled slightly, "What exactly?"

Toro took out images from the yellow folder and laid them out in front of me. The pictures were of the small room, down the alley on Boulevard st. I didn't react. Unless Toro had said he caught me and Gerard, I wouldn't react to anything.

I raised a brow, scanning through the images, "What is it?"

An abrupt slap against the table made my heart skip a beat. Toro yelled, "You know damn well what it is, Iero!"

I didn't give him the satisfaction of giving him the thought that he "won". I scrunched up my nose and grabbed one of the images, staring at it. The room was exactly how we left it. There was tools, old boxes and books stacked in the back. But there was a problem. In the far corner, there was a bloody knife near the sink. I guess Gerard had forgotten to wash. I glanced up to Toro, "I don't recall."

He replied, "We spoke out and got the blood tested from the knife. It matched with Amber's blood." He kept his tension very low. He said, "Look," He picked up a specific image of a blood knife, "Look at it," He said, staring at me.

He wanted a reaction. So I gave him one.

I became appalled, burying my face into my hands, forcing tears down my face. I cried out, "Stop, what are you doing?" I muffled through my hands, fooling the Sheriff. He took a step close, "Maybe you should stop, Detective."

Toro slammed the image down, "He's faking it," He gathered the papers and placed them back into the folder, "You're an idiot if you're falling for that tacky act." Toro tightened his jaw, "Stay here with him. I'm going to Gerard next door."

I wiped the tears from my eyes, watching Toro leave the room. So far, Toro only had images of the crime scene. He never mentioned any fingerprints, or connecting us to the crime. I knew we would be out of here within 48 hours.

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