Elliot slept a little after staying up for a while; when he looked at the clock, it was past noon. It was not like him, but he couldn't go to work or do his usual activities without possibly being called by the Detective. It annoyed him, but he needed to bide his time to think of a plan. Detective Rose suspected him of pushing his wife, and Elliot wouldn't hesitate or have any problem convincing any law enforcement or Detective of his supposed 'innocence.'
Detective Rose was different. She was intelligent and observant, and Elliot knew she would not be easy to fool. "I might as well get some lunch, and perhaps I should get some fresh air." Suddenly, his phone rang. When he got it and looked at the caller ID, Elliot immediately sat up, annoyed. The Professor answered, "Detective, good afternoon."
"Mr. Landon, good afternoon to you as well. I hope this isn't a bad time."
"On the contrary, Detective, I have barely woken up from my nap, and I was going to have some lunch." Elliot had a hunch that the Detective would ask him to go to another interrogation; he wanted to have time for himself. Although, he couldn't shake off the feeling of the possibility of what information she had. What could she have? Elliot ensured to hide his tracks. The Professor didn't want to be interrogated again but couldn't help but be curious about what the DDetectiveknew. "How may I help you, Detective?"
"I was hoping if you had the time to come in for another interrogation."
Elliot got off from his bed. "Of course. What time would you like me to go?"
"After you had your lunch. I would like for you to arrive with a full stomach. I shall wait for you here at the station."
The two hung up, and Elliot eyed his phone. "Damn bitch. You won't give up until you have something useful. You don't know who you are messing with." Elliot dressed himself since he didn't want to leave without looking good. He got in his car and drove to one of his favorite expensive places to eat. When Elliot left, he didn't realize someone parked far away where the stranger wouldn't be recognized. When the stranger ensured that Elliot was no longer in view, the stranger turned on their car and drove toward Elliot's estate.
Meanwhile, Elliot arrived at his favorite restaurant where organic food was sold. He took his time eating his food. The Professor didn't want Detective Rose to think she had power over him; he always had control. He enjoyed his food to the fullest, and an hour later, he finished, got in his car, and slowly drove toward his destination. Elliot chose the farthest restaurant to explain why he took so long to the Detective. "I can imagine what she is thinking. Foolish woman." Another hour later, Elliot arrived at his destination, where he slowly exited his car and walked toward the building, enjoying every moment.
He eventually arrived at the station, where he told the front desk of his arrival. The desk worker told Elliot to sit down and wait for Detective Rose. Elliot sat down and waited; ten minutes went by, and nothing.
Then, forty minutes.
An hour.
Two hours.
Elliot felt his blood boil as he looked at his watch. He would ask the front desk worker about the Detective's whereabouts. The worker called the Detective, and he was told that she was on an important phone call about something other things were happening. He had enough and was about to stand up to leave.
"Mr. Landon."
The Professor looked to his right, and the Detective was smiling. "I appreciate your arrival and patience. I hope it wasn't too much trouble."
Elliot knew she was being sarcastic; her eyes were gleeful. He felt enraged that she would play his game against him. She was the one who asked him to come. He believed he had a right to have his lunch in peace, but Elliot refused to satisfy her. "It is no trouble at all. You gave me the opportunity to let me have lunch."
Rose smiled. "Of course, I wouldn't want you to come here on an empty stomach. I am not that cruel. Although, I also took the opportunity to have my lunch since you could come a little later. I just finished myself. Now, please follow me."
Elliot did what he was told; Rose knew he would bide his time. She decided to play his game, which annoyed him to the core. However, Elliot didn't want to do anything to raise suspicions; he felt that it was time to play her game.
The two arrived at the interrogation room, where he was asked if he wanted coffee, but Elliot refused. He didn't want to risk giving any DNA for her to use if something were to be found.
Both sat on their seats while Rose got her notebook and pen out. She looked down while looking at her notes. It was silent between them; Elliot crossed his arms, eyes on the Detective. He didn't blink while waiting for her questions.
"You must be wondering why I wanted you to be here."
"I know you suspect me of pushing my wife." Before Rose could speak, he continued, "There is no need to deny it. It always happens in cases like these."
"It would make sense, but some information came to me that made me ask you for a meeting." Rose got her notebook ready. "During your marriage to Amanda, did you get along with her parents?"
Her questions were unexpected. "Why is she asking me about her worthless parents?" That was when the realization came to him. "They came here, didn't they?"
"We looked into her information and discovered that her parents are still alive. I wanted to see how they viewed you." Rose lied, frightened of what he would do if he found out they had come here voluntarily. "Now, please answer the question, Mr. Landon."
"You are not being entirely honest, Detective; I can see it in your eyes."
Rose smiled as she wrote in her notebook, "Avoiding the question shows me that you have something to hide. An honest person wouldn't hesitate to answer. You have something to hide; I can see it in your eyes." The Detective felt that his defensiveness was his first mistake. He didn't expect the question. She wanted to use his words against him, and it looked as if Elliot was slowly breaking his character. "Unless you wish to prove me wrong."
"I have nothing to hide, Detective. I don't know what my former-in-laws told you, but we didn't have the best relationship. I couldn't help but feel that they didn't like me because they felt that I was the cause of their daughter's previous divorce. However, Amanda decided to upon the act, knowing full well that she was married."
"Understandable, sometimes in-law can cause strain in their children's relationship. However, I have been told that you never tried to get close to them. That after your wife miscarried, you both became distant. However, you did mention that you two overcame any troubles."
"Yes. I was distant because I didn't want to cause tension or discomfort for them. Also, losing our baby was hard on both of us."
Rose nodded. "I imagine, but Amanda told her parents that ever since, you both have been sleeping apart. That doesn't seem to be working things out, don't you agree, Mr. Landon?"
Elliot refused to express his anger and annoyance. "You must understand that one doesn't always like to say the negative things about one's marriage. No matter what, my former in-laws will always defend their daughter. How will that be fair to me?"
The Detective was amazed at how Elliot would portray himself as the victim; that was how narcissists worked. "I agree, but what I found interesting when speaking to your former in-laws was that your wife suspected you were having an affair." Rose noticed Elliot slightly flinch. "Bingo, I knew you had something to hide."
"Damn you, Amanda! You couldn't keep your lips shut!" Elliot noticed that Rose was satisfied with the information. "Amanda was paranoid ever since she miscarried our child and yes, we did have our troubles but were thinking about going to therapy."
"That is interesting. We have looked into both your records, and nothing indicated that either of wanting to go to therapy. Your wife told her parents you have been working late hours, have become secretive, and seem distant. I have gone to many lectures and read the work of physiologists that found spouses that have done those type of actions indicate having an affair. Also, partners who have cheated in the past have a higher chance of cheating again. Studies are studies and facts are facts, Mr. Landon. Since you are a lawyer, you use facts to win your cases, do you not?" The Detective was done playing games and decided to be upfront with her suspicions; she had other plans up her sleeve.
"Yet, you speak against me without any proof. You are going with the word of a couple who didn't view well of me. That is being biased."
"On the contrary, you knew that Amanda was married, but you still had an affair. What does that say about your character? Indeed, she wasn't faithful, but you weren't faithful yourself, either." Rose stood up; her eyes never left Elliot. "I have contacted Yale University's law department about the situation, Mr. Landon. They agreed with the interview and will let me and other detectives do interviews with some of your students. Not only that, but your phone records will soon arrive. You may think they will be easy to delete, but the phone company has those records in their system."
Rose enjoyed the power she felt over Elliot. She noticed his grip on one arm tightened, and his smug, confident look slowly disappeared. "You have no grounds to do this, for you have no proof. You only have people's opinions about me."
"If I have suspicions that it was murder, I have a right to prove my theory. With that, you are not to return to Yale until you are cleared to work there again. You were brought here not to get questioned again but to let you know that you are being suspected of possible murder. You may go home, Professor, but we will always watch you. If you try to leave this state or your home, we will know and put you behind bars. Goodbye for now, Professor." Rose walked out of the room and through the halls. She sighed in relief. Her phone rang, and she saw that it was Maxwell. She answered, "Hello, Maxwell. I hope everything went accordingly?"
"It wasn't easy; luckily, I was able to track his cameras and protection systems. I inputted speakers and tiny cameras outside his property. We will be able to hear and see somethings that he may be hiding."
"Good, thanks, Maxwell." Both hung up. Rose knew what she and Maxwell were doing was against the law. They staked their careers and reputations. However, Elliot was one of the most dangerous people they faced, and they needed to break some laws to put him down. "If criminals can break laws to get away from responsibilities, it wouldn't hurt to break laws to bring them to justice."
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