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The policeman hesitates. “No, I’m sorry we haven’t.”
My heart drops.
“We would like to ask you some questions,” he replies.
I roll my eyes. “This can wait till tomorrow,” I reply. I’m half pissed and furious with these idiots. They are just going round in circles.
The men exchange looks and I storm inside. For four weeks I have seen them dance around and tell me they have this investigation under control. What a joke. Nothing is under control.
They follow me into the house.
“Excuse me,” Bridget snaps. “You were here all day and you are not coming in now. Come back tomorrow at a decent hour,” she snaps.
They exchange looks again.
“Mr Joshua Stanton, you are under arrest for the murder of Natasha Marx,” the officer announces as he takes his handcuffs from his back pocket.
The room falls silent.
“You can’t be serious!” Cameron yells.
“Anything you say can and will be used against you,” he continues.
The two police officers walk over to me and I push one of them away from me in shock. “What?” I yell.
“He didn’t do it, you idiots!” Bridget yells hysterically.
“Bridget, calm down,” Ben whispers.
My father walks down the stairs. “What’s going on?” he asks.
“They are arresting Joshua,” Bridget yells.
His face drops in horror and his eyes find me across the crowded room.
One of the policemen tries to grab my arm and I rip it from his grip. “Get away from me,” I yell.
The policeman shakes his head. “Don’t make this harder than it already is, Joshua.”
I screw up my face. “Get the fuck out of my house,” I yell.
Two of the policemen jump me and I struggle and my mother starts to scream as she runs down the stairs.
“I didn’t do anything,” I yell.
“He’s innocent!” Ben yells. “This is absurd.”
I struggle to break free and I see the gun come from someone’s bel
t.
“No!” Bridget screams as I fight.
“Mr Stanton, come quietly or we will have to taser you.” The policeman holding the taser gun yells.
“Get out!” Cameron starts to yell. “You are not taking him anywhere.” He starts to struggle with the policeman holding the gun and one of the policemen pulls out his radio. “Back up required,” he snaps. The policeman tries to grab my hand again and I push him so hard he falls onto the floor.
From behind I am hit with an electric current so strong I fall to my knees as I hear the screams of my family. I am paralysed.
