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I opened the front door, swallowing down the nausea from moving so fast and looked at the man and his partner on the porch. “Sorry, I was in the bathroom.” I rushed on and the detective nodded to me.
“Can we come in?” He asked and I stepped back, holding the door open as the two men walked into the dining room.
This was the first time I’d ever met with them alone. The first time I had ever been alone with strangers in my home before actually. Maddie or Fox had always been around. Before that, no one came by for me, always Blaine as he was the oldest.
“What can I do for you?” I asked, running my hands down the front of my sweatshirt as they took seats at the table and indicated for me to sit as well.
Dailey had a brown file in his hands and laid it down on the glossy tabletop and stared at me closely.
“We have made some progress in relation to your brother’s case.”
“Really?” I leaned forward hopefully. “What do you have?”
“We got a confession from the man responsible for Blaine’s murder.” Dailey said. Something about the way he said it, left me on edge.
“That’s a good thing… right?” I looked between the two men; his partner was always quiet when we met but I was waiting for some clarification and I’d take it from either of them at this point.
“It is, but it’s left us with some more questions actually.” Dailey opened the file and took a pen out of his pocket. “When was the last time you saw or spoke to Paxton St. Claire?” He said and my ears rang loudly in my head.
“Paxton?” I wondered, “You mean, Fox?” No one used his real first name. But apparently the cops did.
“Correct.” Dailey responded, offering nothing else.
“We broke up. Almost two weeks ago, so then.” I replied, trying to keep the emotions off my face that those words wanted to bring up.
“You broke up?” He asked cynically, “Who ended the relationship?”
“Why?” I rested my forearms on the table and leveled him with a serious stare. “What does that have to do with anything?”
Dailey squinted his eyes at me and set his pen down, “Paxton St. Claire is who killed your brother.”
My heart fell out of my chest and took all the blood out of my head with it. “What?” I whispered hauntedly, “What did you just say?” I gripped the edge of the table as my entire world spun in my head.
“He gave a sworn statement five days ago to his involvement.”
“No,” I shook my head and grabbed my forehead, “That’s not right, he wouldn’t kill Blaine, they were best friends.” Tears streamed down my cheeks as the two men watched me closely. “I don’t understand.”
Detective Daily grabbed a paper out of the file and held it up as he read from it. “This is his signed statement about the incident.” He cleared his throat and started reading. “I, Paxton Paul St. Claire met up with Blaine Peter Beckett at the Corner Stop gas station on East Ave at approximately twelve forty-five am, on Tuesday July Eleventh, Two Thousand Seventeen. We argued about my relationship with his sister, Delilah Beckett, on the northeast corner of the store in the parking lot and started fighting. He got the upper hand on me and pinned me to the ground, hitting my sides and my stomach with closed fists. I pulled my five-inch pocketknife from my pocket and stabbed him four times in the back as he sat on top of me. He rolled off me onto the ground, I sat up and stabbed him five more times in the stomach and chest. He was alive and asking me for help when I walked away. I got on my bike and rode out of the southwest entrance towards Holly Ave at approximately one am.” Dailey paused and set the paper down.
I stared at him in horror as the scene played out in vivid gore in my brain. I visualized them fighting and Fox taking a knife from his pocket and stabbing Blaine viciously in the back and again as he laid there defenseless. Then I imagined the look on Fox’s face as he stared down at my brother and walked away from him knowing he would die alone in the dark.
I covered my mouth with my hand and cried as the men watched me. “It can’t be true.”
“Who ended your relationship with Fox, Ms. Beckett?” Dailey asked again and I glared at him.
“Fox did.” I sneered. “He told me he wasn’t the kind of man to settle down and that he wanted to take a break.”
“And you haven’t spoken to him since?” Dailey asked again.
“I called him today for the first time since we split, but he didn’t answer.” I said angrily and the detective scrutinized me.
“Why did you call him?”
“It doesn’t matter, he didn’t answer.”
“It matters, Ms. Beckett; we need to know if you had any involvement in the murder. Either in the planning or suggestion of it, or in the execution of it.”
“Oh my god.” I covered my face with my hands as more anger and grief settled in my chest. “You think I had something to do with it?”
