Truth That Sounds Like Lies
521 Words
Episode 5
The interrogation room was silent.
Cold.
Raven’s boyfriend sat there, relaxed… almost too relaxed for someone in custody.
Dielle stood behind the glass, watching.
“He’s not scared,” James said beside her.
“He should be,” Dielle replied.
James shook his head slowly.
“That’s the problem… he knows something.”
Inside the Investigation Room
An officer slammed a file on the table.
“Enough games. You said you were working with the police. Prove it.”
Raven’s boyfriend leaned back, smiling faintly.
“I never said I was,” he replied calmly.
The officer frowned. “You told multiple people you were undercover.”
He shrugged.
“People hear what they want to hear.”
Behind the Glass
Dielle’s eyes narrowed.
“That’s not normal,” she muttered.
James looked at her.
“You’re starting to see it, right?”
Inside Again
“So you’re not police,” the officer said.
“No,” he replied simply.
“Then what are you?”
Pause.
Then—
He smiled.
Slow.
Chilling.
“Wrong question.”
Back Behind The Glass
Dielle’s heartbeat slowed.
That smile…
She’d seen it before.
Not on him.
On someone else.
Flash of Memory—
The Mafia Boss.
Her eyes widened slightly.
“No way…” she whispered.
James turned to her.
“What?”
Dielle didn’t look away from the glass.
“He’s not bluffing,” she said.
“He’s hiding something bigger.”
Inside The Room
The officer leaned forward.
“Start talking, or this gets worse.”
Raven’s boyfriend tilted his head.
“You think this is bad?” he said softly.
Then his eyes darkened.
“You don’t even know who you’re holding.”
Silence.
Behind the Glass
Dielle’s voice dropped.
“He’s not just Mafia…”
James frowned. “Then what?”
Dielle finally said it—
“He’s connected to him.”
Meanwhile – Café (Empty)
The Mafia Boss sat alone.
Calm.
A glass in his hand.
One of his men approached.
“He’s been taken,” the man said.
The Boss didn’t react.
“I know.”
The man hesitated. “Should we move?”
Now—
He smiled slightly.
“No.”
“Let them keep him.”
Pause.
“They just brought me exactly what I needed.”
Back to Dielle
Her phone buzzed.
Unknown number.
She hesitated… then picked up.
“Hello?”
A familiar voice answered—
“You look stressed.”
Her blood ran cold.
She turned slowly—
The Mafia Boss stood at the end of the hallway.
Phone to his ear.
Watching her.
“You arrested the wrong man,” he said softly.
Dielle steadied herself.
“Or maybe the right one,” she replied.
He chuckled.
“You still don’t understand, do you?”
“Explain it to me,” she challenged.
He stepped closer.
Lowering his voice—
“He wasn’t pretending to be police…”
Dielle held his gaze.
“Then what was he doing?”
He leaned in.
Close enough for only her to hear.
“Cleaning up my mess.”
"What????"she exclaimed..
To Be Continued......
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