There Ghost My Everything

Chapter 6

Inspector Clay glanced at Herdon while he was driving.

"Don't ever think of asking me here right now, Inspector," Herdon decided to speak first. But he's not looking at Inspector Clay. He has this feeling that the Inspector doesn't believe his alibi and that pissed him off.

There was a trace of dismay on Inspector Clay's face after hearing Herdon. He feels that they're not gonna make good friends.

"That's it, huh?" Inspector Clay smiled evilly turning to Herdon, "are we really going to pretend—"

"Look out!" exclaimed Herdon.

Inspector Clay turned the wheel to the right immediately and stepped on the brake to avoid them bump into the truck. He didn't see it coming because he focused on Herdon. He almost forgot that he was driving. Now they're both in shock.

"Y-you want to kill me, aren't you?" says Herdon, stunned in disbelief.

"Do not accuse me..." Inspector Clay helped himself to get out of the car and breath some air.

"Sir, are you okay?"

The Inspector looked to the man who approached him. It was the driver of the truck.

"You are in red light, sir. You almost got yourself killed!" the driver cried out.

"Hey, just go, okay?" Inspector Clay whispered to the driver, showing his badge.

The driver was stunned, then he walked away in silence.

"Oh, that's a shame, man!" shouted Herdon when he saw what Inspector Clay did, "showing your badge to silence someone?" he chuckled.

"That's a different case, Mr. Facundo. With you, I'm going to make you talk," Inspector Clay said as he walks towards Herdon, "it's just a little show here, so we need to go now," he added as he hops into the car. Some cars that are passing were slowing down and looking at them.

As Inspector Clay drives, he often throws a glance at Herdon. Herdon will just smile evilly that freaks him out. Then it made him think about Cassandra again. He wanted to prove that Herdon is guilty because he feels like protecting Cassandra.

When they reached the station, Inspector Clay asked Herdon immediately. Inspector sat in front of him.

"There was blood in your car, Mr. Facundo," Inspector Clay started as he was holding a folder.

"Yes, of course. We bump into a car, and I saw my wife bleed. So I assume that's my wife's blood," Herdon answered as fast as he can.

"Your wife's blood?" Inspector Clay faked a smile.

"I don't where we're going, but yes. You heard it right. Maybe it was my wife's blood," Herdon remained calm.

"So you're telling me that it's not yours?" Inspector Clay asked again.

Herdon shakes off his head.

"Tell me, Mr. Facundo, you did not hurt yourself after the collision?" he stands up this time.

"I think no," answers Herdon.

"After those 'bad guys,' you're referring at, that took you, they did not lay a hand on you that night?" he looked straight to Herdon's eyes.

"They immediately grabbed me and we sped off," Herdon did not avoid the Inspector's eyes. He chose to stare at him too.

"So... the hitting on you happened in someplace, not on the road where the collision occurred?" he wanted to make sure of it.

"Do I have to tell you about it many times, Inspector?" Herdon roared to Inspector Clay as he stands up.

"I'm just making sure that you're telling the truth, Mr. Facundo. It is my job," he went back to his seat and he signals Herdon to get back on his seat too.

"Can I go home now?" Herdon asked instead.

"I'm afraid you can't, Mr. Facundo," looks like he's enjoying Herdon's reaction.

"Unbelievable..." Herdon gritted his teeth.

"Not until we're done here," says Inspector Clay.

"What else do you want to know? Because I believe I'm not supposed to be here. I'm the victim, not the culprit," Herdon asserted.

"Yes, we want to believe that too," Inspector Clay calmly said. Then he opened the folder he was holding. He handed a picture to Herdon, "can you tell me, Mr. Facundo, what's on the picture?" he demanded.

Herdon laughed, "You don't know what blood looks like that's why your asking?"

Inspector Clay got the picture back from him ignoring his sarcasm.

"I'll tell you, Mr. Facundo. It doesn't add up. You said that you didn't hurt yourself after the collision but your wife did and she almost died there. Because she's not on her seatbelt when she's claiming that she puts on it before you both leave the hotel that night," Inspector Clay stated long, "but I believe that you did not get hurt on that collision because you are lucky having your seatbelt on. And you said that the people who took you did not hurt you there. That they hit you someplace. But the traces of blood in there belongs to your wife... and to you, Mr. Facundo," he throws some papers to Herdon.

Herdon did not bother to look on the papers. He remained in his position giving Inspector Clay a sharp stare.

"Your blood is in there, Mr. Facundo. It will not be a problem if you told us that bleed out there. Like you hurt yourself in the collision or they hit you there. Something like that. But you're lying, Mr. Facundo. And I want to know why you lied to me," Inspector Clay said continuously.

"You must be wrong, Inspector!" Herdon burst into anger.

"I'm afraid the lab results were not wrong or mistaken," Inspector Clay assured, "well, the result says that the blood we found there is yours and your wife also. Now, start telling me the facts, Mr. Facundo. What really happened there?" he continued asking to hope that Herdon will give him answers.

"I-I don't know what to say..." Herdon whispers.

"Why don't we try telling the truth, Mr. Facundo?" Inspector Clay gave Herdon a stare that made Herdon smile.

"Is that what you want, Inspector?" Herdon questioned him in a cold voice.

Suddenly, Inspector Clay had goosebumps. He doesn't understand but it feels like there's something with Herdon telling him that he's a dangerous man.

"Is there any chance that I could say that I maybe forgot what happened that night?" Herdon rests his hand on the table while Inspector Clay remained standing.

"You cannot change your statement just like that, Mr. Facundo," Inspector Clay slashed his hand in the air.

"I am not changing anything, Inspector. What I'm telling is, maybe I forgot the whole thing about that night. Especially that I suffered from my abductors," Herdon said complacently.

"Will you please stop using that excuse..." Inspector Clay slowly takes a seat.

"I am defending myself here, Inspector. Since you are throwing to my face from the very beginning that I have something to do with what happened on my fingers!" shouted Herdon showing his hand.

That got Inspector Clay again just like before. Seeing Herdon's cut-off fingers, his face turned pale. He gasped and started to sweat. He even tried to loosen his red necktie to catch some air.

"I love your tie, Inspector..." Herdon's evil smile is there again. "maybe I can buy something like that after going out here..." he's whispering like he just wanted the Inspector to hear him.

"Y-yuno... I need you here," Inspector Clay called Yuno on his cellphone.

Without a minute, Yuno entered Inspector Clay's office. He was wondering about Herdon's reaction. They have no idea what the two talked about.

"Is everything okay here?" Yuno asked looking at Inspector Clay.

"I just need to catch some air. I'll leave you with Mr. Facundo here. Ask him about the blood results," Inspector Clay quickly said to Yuno then he got out.

Inspector Clay runs into the CR and he vomits. He's sweating and he's feeling dizzy. He doesn't know what's happening with him after Herdon showed his cut-off fingers. Then suddenly, there was a flash like he was seeing how Herdon's fingers cut off. That made him vomit again. He did not realize how long he was there. All he wanted was to stop his ill-feeling.

When Inspector Clay got out of the CR, he saw Yuno and Herdon from afar. He tried to run to them but Herdon just smiled, waved at him, and hurriedly take the bus that passed by.

"What did he say?" Inspector Clay asked Yuno but his eyes were on the bus.

"He's claiming that he maybe forgot what happened that night because of too much fear. He also said that if his blood is there, then maybe that's where they cut off his fingers. Mr. Facundo claims that he suffered too much that's why his memory is not cooperating," Yuno explained.

"Is that acceptable?" Inspector Clay asked looking at Yuno this time.

"Maybe we need a doctor to check on him," suggested Yuno.

"That doesn't sound good... What if they suggest a psychiatrist to check him?" Inspector Clay got worried.

"Mr. Facundo is not insane, so forget that," Yuno chuckled as he taps Inspector Clay's shoulder.

"I hope so. Because if that's the case, he might use insanity as an excuse if we prove that he's responsible for the said accident. Especially that he went into a rehabilitation center before," Inspector Clay was really into Herdon's case. He wanted to prove his theory. But he also wanted answers about what's happening to him every time Herdon shows his cut-off fingers...