Confessions of a Black Witch

One

Interrogation room 4:38pm

"It's Monday January 12th, 2018. My name is detective Jacob Rollins. We are here to investigate the murder of Gregory Peters. Please state your name for the record." Rollins slid the recorder to the middle of the steel table. The woman on the other side was handcuffed to the table. She leaned in slowly.

"Nevaeh Roberts."

"Mrs. Roberts-"

"Miss..." Nevaeh interrupted. Detective Rollins watched her for a moment.

"Miss Roberts...Please start from the beginning. Tell me where you were the night your fiancé was murdered."

"I've told this story a hundred times."

"Please, for the record." Rollins smiled, tapping the recorder with his pen. Nevaeh sighed, rolling her tired eyes and sat forward in her seat.

"I was at the Briggs bar having a drink. I had texted my friend to come get me because I was too drunk to drive."

"What was your friend's name?"

"Laura Vauce."

"And did she come and pick you up from the bar?" Nevaeh paused at the question. She hated telling this story over and over when she knew the detective knew the story. It made her feel small. It made her feel dumb.

"No."

Rollins scribbled on his notepad in front of him. "Where did you go after the bar?"

She sighed loudly. "The cemetery off of railroad."

"The Copper Cemetery?" Rollins asks.

"Yeah."

"What were you doing there?" Again Nevaeh paused at the question. She held Rollins' gaze, full of judgement and a guilty verdict. She hated being in this small room. She had been sitting there for thirteen hours. All she wanted to do was go home.

"Am I being arrested?"

Rollins shrugged. "That depends on you."

"I didn't kill him." Her voice cracked under the pressure. She wanted to break down but knew she couldn't. Rollins set his notepad on the table and remained quiet for a moment. Nevaeh wanted to know what he was thinking. She wanted to get inside his head and pick at his thoughts. She knew they thought she was guilty. It didn't look good on her part. But she was innocent and if they let her out she could prove it.

"Miss Roberts, did you know your fiancé was cheating on you?"

Nevaeh raked her fingers through her tangled hair. Her heart beat fast against her chest. "Yes."

"And do you know that until we figure out where you were and what you were doing and rule you out as a suspect that you cannot go home?" Rollins leaned forward. "I'm on your side, Nevaeh. But I can't help you if you do not cooperate."

Tears fell down Nevaeh's cheeks. She nodded, tugging at her hair as she sat back in her seat. She took a minute to gather herself, staring off at the paint chipping away at the wall. Her thoughts replayed like a VHS rewinding in her mind. "I went there...to do a spell. I wanted to get back at him for what I saw that night. For what I walked in on in my own bedroom."

Rollins picked his pen and notepad back up and started writing.