the further safety of the community. As an officer in the SIU division I have access to those records Ethan.”
“So you just open which ever files you want and know everyone’s secrets? How is that right? It’s not.” Ethan spat out. “You’re just like Elaine, a no good bitch who doesn’t know when to keep your nose out of someone’s business.”
Keegan shared a look with Matt saying if she weren’t a cop and anyone spoke to her the way Ethan was she would have popped him one good by now. Keegan did the one thing that pissed known felons off. She went back to the law and shoved it right under their noses.
“That same law specifies if you are an active suspect in an investigation I have the right to pull that file,” Keegan shrugged. “It is all part of running background on a suspect Ethan. You should know that by now.”
“Plus we have to know which handcuffs to use,” Matt thought out loud with a smirk in place, “The iron ones, the silver ones, wooden ones.”
“Fuck you!” Ethan jerked up out of his seat but the restraints held him in place. “That is all bullshit and you know it. Tell him none of those fucking fairy tales are true.”
Keegan rolled her eyes. “So we know that you are a supernatural who could have committed this crime. You had the means and a motive to get rid of Elaine. What we want to know is why did you have to kill her?”
“What’s my motive?” Ethan snapped out. “She already got what she wanted! I can’t go near her unless I want to go back to jail. You and I both know that maximum security isn’t the best joint to be in even if I am a shifter.”
“See that’s the thing,” Matt tapped his fingers against the table top. “She got what she wanted. You didn’t. That probably pissed you off. Not that I can say I blame you. Girl like Elaine blew me off?” Matt shrugged and then dramatically smacked a fist on the table, “I’d have to show her a thing or two my self.”
“So where were you tonight Ethan?” Keegan slipped the question in hoping to catch him off guard.
“Doesn’t matter even if I did tell you,” Ethan kicked at the table leg. “You wouldn’t believe me.”
“Try us?” Keegan offered.
“I’m going home to be alone.” Ethan smarmily answered. “How you like that hot shot?”
“Okay,” Matt jotted that down. “Where were you last Wednesday night?”
“Last Wednesday night?” Ethan looked at them in confusion. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
Both Keegan and Matt stayed quiet wondering when it would dawn on the man what they were referring to. It took a moment before understanding spread across his face. “Oh, I see. As much as I’m glad someone had the guts to do them in, I ain’t had nothing to do with that family’s death. I might have it in me to kill a person but I’m not a baby killer.”
“So where were you? You tell us that maybe we can clear everything up and let you get back to being at home alone and stop bothering you.” Matt suggested.
“I was at home,” Ethan ground out from between his teeth, “alone.”
“Well,” Matt snorted as he stood up and gathered the pictures and papers that had started to cover the table in front of him. “That cleared matters up right as rain. I’ll send your paperwork down to booking and maybe you’ll get your bail hearing first thing in the morning. Otherwise you’ll be back in solitary until they get you to the big house.”
“This is bullshit!” Ethan slammed a closed fist down on the table and both Keegan and Matt flinched as the metal creaked then buckled underneath the force of his hand.
Matt backed up a step and gestured for the officers positioned outside the room to come in and take Ethan out of homicide and into booking. “You might want to tone that done Newton. You act too crazy they’ll skip bail and send you straight back to your favorite place.”
“Fuck you!” Ethan hawked a loogie and spat it right out on Matt’s shoe. “And your bitch too. Don’t think I can’t smell the two of you all over each other. It’s sickening. A human and whatever she is. Fucking disgusting.”
Keegan stepped up close to Ethan as the uniforms held him back. “You want to know what’s really disgusting? Supernaturals like you. Giving the rest of us a shit