Chapter 4

                                    

                                              
  "Excuse me?"
                          
  "Excuse me?!"
                          
  "Mr. Evans, will you please focus! I repeat, Earth to Evans!" A voice shook me out of the telling of my memories. Taking a gruff sigh I blinked slowly and rubbed my tired eyes with my knuckles. It took me a moment to realize it was your voice Detective and it seemed you were shocked with what you have heard from me so far. I felt myself do a half-heart smirk. I wasn't trying to shock you, but you wanted to know. Of course, you must realize that I'm not the same man I was before. Well at least we'll see about that.
                          
"Sorry about that. It seems that I must've gotten a bit carried away there. You know, reminiscing and all. It just those memories about up a lot of harsh emotion, but we haven't even got to the good part yet. There's so much let to tell Detective!" My feet slipped off the table from their previous position and I leaned forward pressing both hands flat on it
                          
  The look on your face was priceless. I wanted to take a- a what was it the kids called it these day? A selfie. Yes a selfie. Wait does it count as a selfie if I take it? Ah, oh well!
                          
    "Mr. Evans! We have questions for you! May you please just cooperate? When are you going to get to the ACTUAL confession?" You asked, but before I could answer, a knock distracted you as another Agent stuck their head which held a blond mass of thick curls. She was pretty decent looking if blonds were your thing. Her stern gaze pierced through me before bouncing to you. 
                          
    "Detective, the chief is asking for you." She said bluntly.  Someone needed an attitude check. Without saying a word you follow her out of the room. I stay seated waiting quietly for your return. 
                          
Silence.
                          
   I can hear echoes of an argument coming from the hallway. It's you and who I assume to be your chief. Your earlier cheekiness has almost vanished underneath his authority. It's adorable really. The dog obeying his master.
                          
    "You have to be fucking kidding me!" 

   Is all I hear you say as you stomp back into the interrogation room. My teeth vibrate as the steel door closes behind you. Unable to help myself, I smirk. 
                          
   "Aw. Did the Detective not get his way?" I ask in a mocking tone. You glare at me before taking a seat in your chair. If I didn't know better I'd say you wanted to strangle me Detective. I watch as you take a deep breath and swallow your rage. 
                          
   "You may continue telling your story until you reach your confession-" you begin. 
                          
  "Glorious!" I exclaim. 
                          
  "However I may stop you to ask you questions at any given time. Is that understood?"
                          
 "Perfectly clear." I pondered for a moment, letting my thoughts wonder. Going over memories in my head, I thought back to a previous girl of mine. Sage. 
                          
  Sage Lynn Walsh, beautiful and kind. I lost touch with her a while back, I wonder if she's still alive. She helped me keep my head when the boys got under my skin. I don't think she ever knew about my extra activities.  She may not have been able to stomach it. 
                          
  "Mr. Evans, if you are ready to continue..." You started.
                          
  "I am sorry to say, I will not continue until I get food. McDonalds preferably. If I am to die in here, it may as well be from their food. A cheeseburger and fries please. Hop to it everyone. I know the lot of you are still sitting comfortably behind the glass." I demanded with a wave of my hand.
                          
   "This is an interrogation, Mr. Evans not a motel. Now would please answer the questions."
                          
   "No food, no answers. I'm sorry but that's how it is."
  "I said no, Mr.Evans." You protested. 
                          
   "And I said feed me, Seymour!" I say, slamming my hands on the table for dramatic effect. You sat there for a while glaring at me. I'm beginning to get the feeling that it was your favorite expression. 
                          
  There was another knock on the door. "What now?!" You shout at our guest. "I have the food you requested Mr. Evans." It was the same woman from before, and from her tone she wasn't very happy with me. She walked over and tossed the greasy bag on to the table. 
                          
"Bless you." I say. She frowns.
                          
  "Just hurry up and talk I don't want to here all day." She said, before walking out the room, slamming the door behind her. 

  Her rudeness stunned me, but I refused to let it show. Taking a bite out of my burger that was still warm, I chewed slowly, trying to figure out where to start in the telling of my memories now. Well Sage is a good start...
                          
This seems like a good place to start as nothing really happened except for me finding a better place to start writing my novel. Besides, I'm pretty sure you'd want to know who she is.
                          
"Hey! Wait! Where's my drink? You don't want me to tell a story with a dry mouth?" I sighed sarcastically. The anger on your face was replaced with smugness as another knock resonated from the cold, heavy steel door. I rubbed my wrist subconsciously. A small cup for a nearby water fountain was produced from beyond the door and you slammed it on the table. Fine, be that way. 
                          
"Are you ready, now?" You rolled your eyes as you muttered. Oh, how professional.
                          
"No, no, my dear Detective. It's are YOU ready?" I smirked as your eyebrows raced to your hair line. You have no idea what I have truly done. You have yet to feel the anger I have once felt. But before we are done here I promise you will.