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He’s analyzing me, that’s what he’s doing. Using that damned psychological scanner of his as a cop to mess with my head and indirectly accuse me.
“Can I speak to my mom now?”
“We’re not finished with your statement.”
“Oh, right. Sure, the statement.”
“What were you doing in the underground parking lot of the mall on the morning of 22.02.2022?”
“That morning... Oh, yes! I went shopping for my mom right after leaving the gym. I was supposed to pick her up from the clinic where she was admitted. My mom has cancer.”
“The surveillance cameras show you stopping and having a conversation with an elderly woman, but the interaction between you seems hostile. What happened there? Do you know the woman?”
“No. I think she was a homeless person or something. I wanted to give her some money, but then she dropped her things on the ground, and when I tried to help her, she started acting weird, so I tried to get away.”
“Elaborate on weird.”
“She was mumbling about death and curses. She was probably senile. I admit it scared me a little,” I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, realizing that her eerie prediction is still fresh in my mind.
“It’s 7:49 PM. Same day, same parking lot. You park in the same spot where you were earlier that morning and head towards the mall. What’s the reason for coming back?”
“My mom…”
I pause. I don’t want to involve her or make her think she had anything to do with this situation. She would just be caught in the middle. I don’t want to burden her with statements and their useless paperwork.
“I forgot to buy something, so I left my mom in the car and quickly ran back to grab a few things. There was a long line at the checkout, so it took a while.”
“On the cameras, I can’t help but notice how you’re being cautious as you’re making your way to the exit. You’re looking around all paranoid, like you’re scared someone’s following you. Are you hiding from someone, Rebecca Godwill?”
My hair stands on end, and a cold shiver runs down my spine.
“No. I know it sounds totally unbelievable, but I was actually thinking about that woman from earlier today. I had this weird feeling that she hangs around that place, and I really didn’t wanna run into her again or cause any trouble for my mom. She’s not doing well, and I don’t want anyone messing with her.”
“Got it.” The guy scribbles something in his notebook, even though he’s already recording me with that recorder on his belt. “It’s 8:20 PM. You came back to the parking lot that was taken over by those masked men exactly 5 minutes after. At first, it seemed like a random break-in, but... as soon as you showed up, they were all focused on you.”
I glance at the images on the cop’s laptop, trying to find any hint about who could be hiding behind those masks. Skyfall was right, they were expecting me. Everything was planned out down to the last detail.
Everything except... me.
They didn’t expect me to put up a fight. The Crasnic knows nothing about me, the present me. And yet, after all these years, he came after me.
I burst into laughter, so hard that tears stream down my face.
What an idiot!
He thought he would find that weak Becca from the past. Delicate, like a flower...
The cop gives me a strange look, and I clear my throat, regaining my composure.
“It’s stupid, it’s not like I have a rich girl’s face or something. They wouldn’t have anything to gain from me.”
“That’s what I assumed too. It’s not valuable items they’re after, but you as a person. You’re their target, so what do they want from you?” Skyfall looks at me curiously.
“I don’t know,” I raise my gaze to him and sigh.
“Did you recognize someone from there?”
Samael Morgenstern, the voice in my head refuses to lie. Or perhaps, Uriel Morgenstern? No. I know who was truly behind the mask, but I keep denying it.
