Jack In The Box

Chapter 23

“FBI Agent Flint Knight.” The tall handsome man introduced himself. “I’d like to start the interrogation

now, I prefer to question you alone, Ms. Frazer without having your colleagues in the same room. If you

can ask Dr. Shaw to wait outside.”

“Aaron...”

“I can hear you just fine, Agent Knight. I’ll be in the other room.” To me, Aaron said. “If there’s anything

you need, don’t hesitate to call me.”

I nodded. The door of the room closed. Agent Knight was blond, emerald eyes and clean-shaven. He

also had a sharp jawline, and although he wasn’t movie star handsome, there was something so

attractive about him that would bring any woman to her knees. Probably the way he carried himself and

the radiating power of authority. The room was also occupied by two other men. An equally attractive

African-American and another Hispanic. Detectives Scott and Sanchez respectively. They were

watching me intently, like hawks.

Agent Scott was poised with an iPad, typing away. He’d given me what was a hint of a smiled once and

then he was all official and business like.

“Would you care for some water, tea or coffee?” Knight asked me.

“Thanks, but I’m fine.” I said. I knew how they would bring any amount of liquid I requested and then

when I wanted to take a bathroom break, they’d deny until they had the truth tumbling out of my mouth.

I wasn’t going to let them use “a bathroom” as a bait.

Also, I had nothing to hide.

“Ms. Frazer, what’s your relationship with Jackson Wolfe?”

“He was my patient and I was his assigned nurse.” I answered.

“Nothing more than that?” He inquired.

“No.” I said.

Jack had said he’d loved me, it was an all too consuming attraction from both sides but I couldn’t be

sure what Jack could be thinking because he was highly manipulative and he could have said it for

personal gain. He was smart enough to know that as soon as I left the cabin, I’d be here surrounded by

marshals being questioned and analyzed.

Agent Scott continued to type on the device frantically.

“After you were kidnapped, Ms. Frazer, where did he take you?”

“I couldn’t be sure of the location because I wasn’t conscious. When I woke up, I noticed I was in a

cabin, a very modest one surrounded by mountains and forest.”

He nodded slowly. “He didn’t hurt you?”

“He didn’t. Jack would go on with his business during the day, and return at the cabin at night.”

The agents watched me skeptically. And I could tell they were not believing a word I said. Eyes not

wavering off mine, I continued to maintain eye-contact. If they thought I would be intimidated and

confess to things that didn’t happen, they were wrong.

“Did he mention where he was going, what business he was attending to?”

“He never said a word about his business, he never told me anything.”

“Are you telling us the truth?”

“Yes.” I said.

“Where was Wolfe when Nurse Roxanne was murdered?”

“At the cabin.” I said.

Argent Knight’s brow shot up, “Are you sure? Think hard. Every little detail helps us, Ms. Frazer.”

“He was out until afternoon and he came back to the cabin that evening.” I said.

“The body was found the same morning, but the post-Mortem reports tell us she died the same day you

were kidnapped. It’s almost too convenient.”

I stared hard at him. “Are you insinuating that I killed her before I was kidnapped?”

Knight chuckled, his gem like eyes glistening with amusement. “I like how you made your own

assumption about what we think, but you’re smart, you know exactly what I was getting at so let me cut

the nice guy act and get straight to the point. Did you kill Roxane Martin?” Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“I did not. And you’re foolish to think I did it.”

“I have a good reason to think you did, Riley. It’s come to our knowledge that you have a certain

obsession with bad boys and serial killers to be very precise. My gut feeling is, please tell me if I’m

wrong here, that you took a fascination for Wolfe like a child taking interest in beetles and butterflies,

that fascination might have turned into something more. Since he was your patient, you decided to

repair him with your unconditional love and then conveniently staged your own kidnapping, helping him

go through with his plans and here you are, acting like a victim.”

I laughed, it was a laugh of complete and utter disbelief. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. “If

you have managed to build your own story about this entire case, why even bother to question me and

waste my time?”

“I’m doing my job, Ms. Frazer. And you may want to ask in my department about my reputation to pin

down a case with my logic. I’m right eighty percent of the time and manage to get a confession out

soon, the other twenty percent are either lying or are already dead.” He smiled, radiating confidence

and obvious arrogance.

“I’m not Jackson’s accomplice.”

“But you do obsess over serial killers?”

Agent Scott was typing away frantically, I wondered if he would break his fingers with that speed. His

dark eyes met mine for a second before jerking back to the iPad screen.

“I have an interest in studying them. Nothing more than that and it has nothing to do with Jackson.”

“A scalpel was stolen from the operation theater and handed over to Jack.”

“He threatened me to do it!” I said angrily.

“Ms. Frazer, are you sure there’s nothing between you and Jackson Wolfe?”

“How many times am I supposed to repeat myself? No! There isn’t!”

Agent Knight opened his drawer and pulled out some pills and placed them on the desk. “Dr. Bennet

told me that you confessed to having consensual sex with Jack and retrieving these pills for personal

use.” He propped himself at the edge of the table, looking everything like a wild cat. “Your sexual

endeavors is none of my business, Ms. Frazer, but you denied to having any other relationship with

Jack and that directly makes you a suspect in the Wolfe Murder case. So here’s what I think, A. you

had sex with Jack and stole the pills. B. He sexually assaulted you, and you’re hiding that information

for some reason, or C. it was a different bloke you decided to sleep with.” He said and then added. “I

have my bets on A.”

I remained silent. It was over for me. They were going to give me jail time even though I wasn’t

Jackson’s accomplice.

The first thing I would do when I was out of the interrogation room was throttle Paul Bennet.

“I will not speak without an attorney.” I said.

“So he didn’t rape you?”

“I said will not talk another word without my attorney present here.”

Agent Knight nodded in understanding. “Very Well, Ms. Frazer. We will give you time to make

arrangements for a legal counsel and we will resume our interrogation following that, until then you will

be placed under FBI supervision.”

I grabbed my coat and stormed my way out of the door, I knew the Agents had watched every little

moment that I’d made, noticed if I was nervous and I could bet they suspected me for it. As soon as I

was out of the station, I felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest. I could breathe normally again.

Aaron fell into step beside me. His forehead could use a few less creases. “What happened there?”

I spun around to face him. “They suspect that I had something to do with Roxy’s murder.”

I waited to see his reaction. He appeared to be genuinely appalled. “But it’s quite clear you didn’t do it. I

told them we found the body after you were kidnapped.”

“Exactly, but she was murdered before I left the place, Aaron. And it doesn’t help with the fact that you

ratted me out!” I almost screamed at him.

It was shame on me I was yelling at my superior but I didn’t care.

“I ratted you out! What the hell does that mean?” He asked.

“You told them about the surgical knife I took and gave Jack. So now they think that not only am an

accomplice but a cold blooded murderer and I have you to thank for that, Dr. Shaw.” I said sarcastically.

He threw his hands in the air in resignation, like it wasn’t his fault. “They wanted all the information, I

couldn’t hide something like this. You took the knife, Riley, that’s the truth. If you have nothing to hide,

then there’s no need for you be frightened.”

I pressed my hand on my head and pointed towards the car. “Let’s sit inside and talk.”

I slid behind the wheel and blasted the heater in the car. “Jack said that the killer was framing him. I

think the killer is framing me too.”

“I regret assigning you as Jack’s nurse, Riley. I regret even considering to admit him in Woodville’s

asylum.”

I looked at him. Could I even trust Aaron? The man who’d supported me, mentored me all these years.

Then again, how could I be sure that Jackson was telling me the full truth. He could be lying and

manipulating me into thinking he was innocent. When I’d stayed with him in that cabin for a week, I’d

believed what I’d seen and what I’d seen that time was a man who denied killing all those people.

Someone was playing a very elaborate game.

“Be careful of Agent Flint Knight. He is as smart as Jackson can be. Flint being on the task-force

means he will not rest until he nails the person who’s doing it.”

I smiled. “Well, that makes the two of us.”

* * *

As the agent had promised, there was another Officer who continued to follow me around, just keeping

an eye on me while I continued my work throughout the day.

I was a prime suspect in this case and it was taking me a while to wrap my head around it. People were

looking at me with suspicion. There were Officers outside my home. If I tried to contact Jack, they

would know. I’d gotten rid of all the burners except one that I kept hidden. Just in case.

On the fifth day after the interrogation, I received a call from the WoodVille asylum at ten thirty.

“Riley, they captured Jack. He’s been brought to the asylum.”