The s*x Doctor Book 1

Chapter 29

CHAPTER 29 Jason waited in the interrogation room for two hours before officer McGee walked in frantically. “Confess you, son of a b***h, we have your handprints on her wrist.” Jason glanced up looking tired and depressed. “I didn’t kill her.” Officer McGee hit the table. “Stop lying! You have been caught so just confess!”

“I didn’t kill her,” Jason said again still in the same tone as before. Officer McGee punched Jason then. “I know what you are you filthy son of a b***h. We will find you guilty of this crime and lock your pretty ass away for life.” Jason only took the hit, barely feeling anything as the pain inside him took over. Abagail wasn’t his love interest or friend, but he had known her for so long. Now just to see her dead like she was pierced his soul more than anything. He did feel responsible even if he didn’t kill her.

“Officer McGee, can you come sign some papers please?” A woman called out to him over the intercom before he could interrogate Jason more. Detective Fairchild walked in shortly after he left with a folder in her hand. “Jason I’m sorry it’s protocol we had to…”

“Save it, Fairchild. I just want to find the bastard who killed Abagail. I will help any way I can.”

“Good.” Fairchild sat down in the chair in front of him. “Tell me again why you and Abagail argued at the fashion show,” Jason explained the whole story over, this time adding Alyssa’s name. “You didn’t tell us this name before, why?” Fairchild asked. “Because I wanted to protect her from all this. She had nothing to do with Abagail being missing or killed, but since you all discovered her name there is no reason for me to hide it anymore.” Fairchild looked up and into the mirror, staring at someone behind it.

“We didn’t know about Alyssa Sampson.” Jason hit his hand on the table. “Bullshit. Officer McGee went to her house and questioned her about the case.” Fairchild sat back in her seat in disbelief. “Can you tell me anyone else who has a key to the building?” She began to write the names down Jason told her. “It’s only a few of us. My security guard Frank, my secretary Melissa, Dan, Wilson, and me.” She began to write. “Has anyone come into the building without your knowledge before beside today?”

Jason shook his head. “I knew the cleanup crew would be there today. The weird thing is how they missed floor ten.”

“Is that a normal occurrence that they miss floors?” Jason thought for a moment. “I don’t usually deal with the cleaning crew, my secretary does. She sets them up to clean specific rooms because not all rooms are used every day.” He explained, listening to himself now he would have some questions for Melissa once he got out. If he ever got out. “Was room ten special for Abagail? What made the killer place her in that room?” Jason sighed, running his hand down his face. The chains from the handcuff dangled on the table.

“She always used that room. It was specifically designed for her fantasy.” He replied. “Who else would know that?” She asked. Jason shrugged. “Anyone I suppose. She could’ve talked to anyone about it.” Fairchild glanced up at Jason. “Look, for what it’s worth I think you’re innocent.” Jason's eyes showed disbelief. “Did Dan get to you?” he asked, placing his hands on the table. “No. Regardless of what Dan and I talked about, the scene just seems too staged. Almost like someone wanted the body to be found. Also, there is more than one suspect in this case, but why are you the only one in here?”

Jason knew her words to be true. He just didn’t want to throw anyone under the bus and most importantly he didn’t know who would hate him enough to want him to be set up this way. He had plenty of enemies. “I have plenty of husbands and women who I rejected who would want to hurt me. I couldn’t single-handedly pick just one.” Hell, he couldn’t even rule his own father out. Dan would do anything to get his point across so why not murder, but in his place of work already ruled him out.

“You and your other witnesses told me Abagail and her husband argued after you left, correct?” Jason nodded. Fairchild continued. “Tell me again what time you left the fashion show with Alyssa.” Jason rubbed his eyes from the tiredness as he answered all these questions as honest as possible. “It was around 11:30 p.m. I didn’t get back to the Sanders building until about 1 a.m.”

“Her estimated time of death was around 1:30 a.m. Do you remember if anyone was in the building when you got back?” “No. Sorry. I believe I saw my security guard’s truck out in the front and he usually drives it home, but I just assumed his wife picked him up.” Fairchild began writing. “Do you have proof to back up this story?” Jason shook his head. “And how long have you known the security guard?”

“Frank has been with me for about four years.”

“Any other guards before then?” Jason shook his head. “No the company didn’t really start kicking off until four years ago. I hired Frank because every now and then a husband or boyfriend will come in and start making trouble.”

“Anyone that stands out that might want to kill Abagail?” Jason shook his head. “If it helps I was held at gunpoint by Tracy Van's boyfriend, Jake something. You think this is just a vendetta against Abagail, or could it be against me? If it is, more of my clients could become victims.” He began to panic thinking the worst. He needed someone to protect Alyssa from the sick f**k, whoever it is. “We can’t be certain of the motive yet until we gain more information. What we do know is that her attacker was angry with her or women in general, more specifically cheating women.”

She pulled out a picture of Abagail’s stomach. Jason lurched over, unable to look at the brutally. “f**k!” he screamed, looking away from the word cheater craved in her skin from her upper torso. “I didn’t…I couldn’t….” He stuttered holding his mouth with his hands with pure horror in his eyes. “The attacker might have some defensive wounds because Abagail fought back. There was some skin under her fingernails. We are currently running for a DNA match now.”

Jason nodded still covering his mouth from the shock. There was a knock at the door and another officer entered. “We have those tapes and a DNA match for you Detective Fairchild.” They handed her the items within a bag. “Thank you. Can you get Officer McGee in here please.” She nodded as she left the room. “What’s that?” Jason asked, staring at the DVD inside a bag.

“This Mr. Sanders, will either make you or break you. It can prove your innocence or your guilt.” She pulled out the DVD, placing it carefully in the DVD player on the far end of the table. “We found security footage from a building across the street.” She pressed play and Jason turned intently to the tv. He saw the different people as they arrived, then Valerie, Alyssa, and his arrival, but the video only showed behind their backs as they exited the limo. She fast forwarded a little to speed up the process to the time Jason claimed he left. The camera footage showed 11:30 pm first seeing Alyssa run out to the limo and shortly Jason followed.

Fairchild nodded as she looked over at Jason. “Looks like you are clear.” She said, about to turn the DVD off. “Wait.” Jason held his hand up as much as he could. After him, Abagail ran out with her husband Rick following. The sound was inaudible, but they did look as though they were arguing. Rick stormed off back into the Fashion show when Melissa walked up to her. Jason’s anger rose again as he saw her hug Abagail. She never told him she went to the Fashion show. What other secrets was this b***h keeping? He swore in his mind if she was the one setting him up he would make her pay.

“That’s my secretary.” He snitched. “Melissa Saulsberry.”

“You sure?”

“Positive,”  Jason replied, glancing up at her with determination. They both turned back to the video. Melissa walked inside the show and looked to be asking if Abagail was ok. Abagail didn’t enter the building again. She leaned against the side, becoming barely visible as she slides down the wall with her knees on her chest. Watching Abagail’s last moments made Jason want to cry for her, no matter how disrespectful she was to her husband. Jason knew she had wanted him to be the man on her arm, rich and powerful, and young, but Jason had refused and knew she didn’t appreciate seeing him with Alyssa.

Abagail just didn’t understand him. He wished he could tell her that now. “Who is that?” Fairchild caused Jason to focus back on the tv screen as a man walked up to Abagail with a hood over his head. He grabbed Abagail lifting her up forcefully then pushing her against the wall. Abagail scratched at the attacker’s neck with her long nails trying to get away from him. She screamed and the attacker turned to the camera. Fairchild paused the DVD in shock as Jason became furious. “That son of a bitch.” Just then Officer McGee walked in as they both looked at him.