The Bad Cop's Psycho Lover

4. In Which She Tries To Convince Him

Connor’s POV

I walked into the investigation room, thinking something was wrong, maybe I did something that I didn’t know about; but that wasn’t the case, I was called because a criminal wanted to see me.

“What’s this about?” I asked, taking my seat, glancing at the silver watch on my wrist. I really hated criminals with all my heart, they just disgusted me, and the criminal in front of me was beginning to get on my nerves.

“I know you don’t want to be here” Imade said, looking at her handcuffed wrists. She looked like she hadn’t eaten for days: she looked pitiful.

“Clearly, so whatever you have to say, make it snappy; there’s work to be done” I told her, giving her my signature bored smile.

“Look, I need you to help me. I know you don’t believe me, but you have to understand that I really didn’t do anything” she said and I nodded my head. Criminals were really brave; they always have everything planned out, and I’d be damned to think that Imade didn’t know what she was doing. It was all a game, a game she thought I’d let her win if I was on her side.

“Criminals never really commit crimes, don’t you think?” I asked her and she shook her head.

“I think criminals commit crimes, I’m just saying I’m not a criminal, I didn’t commit the crime. I’d never kill anyone, daddy didn’t raise me up that way” she smiled sadly. She looked up at me, still keeping that sad smile on her face. For some reason, it felt like she was mocking me with that smile on her face.

“How did daddy raise you then?” I asked. I wasn’t interested in what she had to say, but I needed a reason to poach work and hit the club; what better way to do that if not to stay here and listen to made up stories from a criminal.

“Ever since my accident, daddy was always careful with me, he didn’t want anything bad happening to me. He always reprimanded me when I was wrong and he thought me how to cook. When I lost him a year ago, I promised myself to abide by the rules of survival he wrote down for me; I never missed one ever since” she shook her head as she talked. I’m not going to lie, when I arrested her, I was a bit surprised and a little bit scared at her behavior to the point where I almost believed her, but then again, these criminals would do everything they could, in order to be seen as a victim and not the criminal.

“So killing people is part of this rules of survival your daddy wrote you?” I asked her and she smiled.

“No, daddy never encouraged killing, he hated it, he’s never tell me to kill anyone. Look, I’m trying to let you know is that I really didn’t do anything; I don’t even know the lady that was killed, I have never seen her before” she said, she sounded so innocent, so innocent.

“So why did the fingerprints on the weapon that was used to cut the lady match yours?” I asked her, I genuinely wanted to know how she was escape this one. On cue, I let my eyes linger around her chest area, I remembered that she was stabbed there that night. She was really crazy, if she really stabbed herself, just so she could be seen as a victim. The truth is, if there was another person in the restaurant with them, it would’ve been better, at least there would be two suspects, and I’m pretty sure due to the stab wound Imade got, the other person on would be seen as the criminal.

“I can’t remember anything from when I saw the murderer walk to me” she answered immediately, looking away from me. Of course she couldn’t remember; what type of mental problem did she have that makes her loose the important part of the case. If she had at least remembered the person she claimed to be the murderer, we would’ve found a way to get him/her; but there was nothing, and she is the only lead we have, guilty or not.

“I was running to go grab my phone to call 911, but then I heard footsteps running after me, so I thought it was the criminal; I only changed my path to the back door, because I wanted to escape the killer. I really didn’t kill the lady” she told me; there was something in her voice, something that told me she was saying the truth.

While investigating the case, we didn’t find any relationship between Imade and the girl that was killed; when you think about it, killing a lady because she asked for a night snack, was not a valid enough reason. Who was the real murderer then? I was starting to question my own judgements and I didn’t like it.

“Nice chat, I hope you don’t get awarded life sentence” I smirked at her and made my way out of the investigation room.

I walked as fast as I could, out of the area as I didn’t want anyone thinking I had something to do with the criminal.

“Yo bro” I heard Brax’s voice from behind me. I turned around immediately; Brax walked to me swiftly, taking giant strides like I owed him a large sum of money and I was having a hard time paying back.

“Jeanine told me I’d find you here” he said, looking behind me. Jeanine was one of the many detectives at our beck and call; she could practically do anything Braxton tells her to do.

“Yeah” I told him lazily.

“What happened? Why are you here?” He asked me, as we made our way to our work stations.

“Imade wanted to see me” I told him, unbothered.

“I think she’s trying to get me on her side. She tried to convince me she didn’t commit the crime” I told him and he nodded.

“Well, do you believe her?” Brax asked me, running his neck.

“No, I don’t. She’s a criminal and all criminals deserve punishment,” I told him. I know my judgement was a bit tacky, but I couldn’t help it, Imade was lying, I could feel it.

“Not everyone is your father, Connor; you need to stop judging people like that” Brax said, I turned to him immediately. He knew how I felt about my father being mentioned. I hated the man, he was a weakling, a coward, a criminal, and he deserved every bit of what I did to him and more.

The man was an abuser, he abused my mother physically and emotionally until I found someone to help her.

When I was younger, the man would beat her up and then r**e her, he wasn’t remorseful for all the crimes he committed. There was a time my mother had enough and decided to take him to court; he lied flat to the judges face, shedding fake tears, crying about how he would never do such a thing; and of course the dumb b***h judge believed him and even set him free. I was about thirteen, and I couldn’t do anything, not after he threatened to kill my mother and make me watch.

I decided to work out to be strong for my mother, so any time my father tried something funny, I’d beat him up. The next time I’m my father tired it, I called him out to fight him, he beat me up that day, because I wasn’t strong enough; so what I did was, I ran to my gym instructor, Leo, and told him about the things my father had been doing and the way he had been lying to everyone that he doesn’t behave that way. It always baffled me how people believed him when he lied; it was because he had an innocent of and ordinary man who can bare to see his family hurt; to the world, he was the perfect gentleman, but in the house, a beast.

Leo, gave me phone and told me to inform him when my father decided to be a useless man again; I waited earnestly for that day, and when it did, I didn’t hesitate to call Leo. Leo came with a few guys from the gym and they beat my father up until he went unconscious. My mom felt pity for him, thinking he’d die, so she begged me to call the cops to take him away. When I finished high school, I traveled a bit and enrolled into the police academy, just so I could rub it in the old mans face when I passed by his cell. Though I got a sweet revenge, what the mad did, scarred me for life, and it went along way in making me the person I am. He’s the reason I hated criminals, especially the ones who had innocent faces like Imade; they always turn out to be the baddest, criminal master minds.

“It has nothing to do with my father” I seethed,

“It has everything to do with him. Open your mind and look into this case again, you’d find out that Imade might just be innocent,” Brax said and I rolled my eyes, walking away from him. He had a judgment of his own, and I had mine. The thing is that, Brax might be right, but even if he was, there’s nothing we can do about it until the judge passes judgment.

Imade’s POV

I really didn’t know what I was thinking when I asked to see the officer that arrested me, who I later found out is named Connor. He has such a sexy name, for his sexy self.

He looked like he didn’t believe me, like I was spazzing our trash from my mouth. He wasn’t a detective or a judge, so in the normal sense, he couldn’t do anything to change my situation; but for some reason. I felt if I could get him to help me investigate the case further with Sarah and find something that would keep me away from going to jail and forcing daddy’s restaurant to close. I could only imagine the loss at the restaurant; daddy didn’t die for me to loose everything he suffered to build as a single dad. I felt so ashamed of myself.

If only I could remember what happened in the span of time I zoned out.

That felt like my only way out, but I didn’t have the memory, the information was not for me. He police man didn’t believe me, even a blind man could tell; the way he responded to me, told me I was wasting my time with him. He wasn’t going to help me investigate the case and find the real murderer, who could be out there killing other people. He strongly believed I killed the lady, a lady I only met that night.

“It’s time to go back to your cell” the warder that took me to the investigation room said. I smiled at her; at least she was nice. She probably could tell I was innocent, or maybe not. I stood up and followed silently behind her, hoping that my next hearing would not keep me in a cell for the rest of my life; I wouldn’t cope, I’d rather be killed directly than to stay in a place where I’d rot and die alone.