Chapter 4: The Crime

Mia Duncan's POV

"look, detective, it was all self-defense. I wasn't killing them. I was defending myself from being raped," I explained to him as he was pushing me onto his car to handcuff me from behind. He grabbed me up as his mouth was near my ears.

"tell that to the judge," he said before shoving me into the back seat of the car.

"where are we going? Please don't tell me we are going back to the station," I pleaded.

"we're not," he said and I relieved for a little before he continued, "we will be going to a higher station," he said and I can feel that blood was draining from my face.

"wait, for what? I did not do anything wrong!," I said to him as I was sending a dagger through the rearview mirror. His green orbs were looking at me before he turned around. My stomach did a fluttery as I can see his beautiful face was in my direction but his cold stare can send someone to oblivion.

"You think you can get away, Ms. Duncan, well, what do you know, you can never escape justice," he said with so much hatred that I can feel frost was forming at the backseat of this detective's car. He turned on the ignition of his car and sped off in the busy traffic of Edinburgh.

I was looking outside the dispatch car as I was looking at the people who were walking down the streets with a happy face and have nothing to care about the world. I was so into their emotion that I did not feel what I was supposed to feel. Love, emotions, feelings, need a desire that what's made us human. But no, I was no human, I was a monster. I did not have a heart for the work that I did. If I did, I would be long gone and will not live past the extreme training back on the island.

"We're here," the detective said as he was getting out from the driver seat. I was waiting for him to open the door for me as I was handcuffed. He opened the door and I got out of his car as he was dragging me with him. This should be interesting as I was sure my records were clean. She made sure of that. I made sure of that. I just hope they don't find some dirty secrets from someplace else.

We were climbing up the stairs as other police officers, especially women, were giggling at the sight of Detective Hunt. His face was hard and cold that can chill you down to the bone. I rolled my eyes at their behavior as to how would they found this jerk attractive at all. We went inside the lobby and Hunt was registering himself at the receptionist. Apparently, he was one of the top police officers in Edinburgh. I was looking around the station to find my way out as soon as possible if things went bad.

Then, I saw a familiar sight across the lobby of the police station. She was wearing thick glasses with a dark frame, hair was covering her face, plain clothing and apparently just trying to be invisible in the police station. Her eyes and mine were making eye contact and she made the secret sign language that I knew she was one of my organization. I nodded at her as she nodded at me and went back into her office. She was in the IT department of the regional police station in Edinburgh. These must be her idea. I smirked at that thought of being getting out of here innocent twice in one day.

"What are you smirking about?" Hunt said as he was looking at me sternly. I cleared my throat before looking at him.

"Nothing that would concern you now, isn't it?" I said before I looked away from his face, feeling disgusted with the way that he was talking to me. He pulled my arm that I can sense it will bruise in the morning. Damn fragile body!

"We'll see about that later," Hunt said as he was dragging me into one of the interrogation room. I was trying to resist him but that would make me so much of the suspect so I just played by ear with his demands. He can't touch me anyway.

Liam Hunt's POV

"Sit," I instructed her to take a seat at the table. Not actually on the table, it would be on the chair at that table. She followed my order quietly as I uncured her hands so that she can move around. She brushed her wrists as they were bruised from the handcuffing. I felt bad for not checking if it's too tight or not.

I threw the handcuffs on the table and put the files on the table before I looked at her sternly. The way she posed herself and how she would look at me in the eye like she had nothing to be afraid about. Her slate orbs were intoxicating as they were pulling me in her web of deceit.

"so," I pulled out the chair and took a seat with the chair facing backward, "tell me about yourself, Miss Duncan," I said as I was looking for a sign of lying on her facial expression. She rolled her eyes and smirked at my question. Looking at the left side, check. Smirking before questioning, check. Afraid to look into the eyes, check.

She turned to look at me in the eyes and looked at me dead in the eyes. "I am sure that you have all the information that you need was in those files, correct? Then, why you need to ask that question for a million times?" She asked as she holds her eye contact steady with mine. No sign of pupils dilating. Not good.

"I don't think asking that kind of question would help you solve this case. It was irrelevant information to the murder," she said before she crossed her hands in front of her chest. A sign of defensive move, nice try.

"well, I would not say it is related to the murder case earlier, but it would definitely related to the crime that you just did back in the alley," I said as I was opening the files just to get her fidgeting under the pressure. She was still reserved and calm. It was interesting to watch as if she was expecting me to ask that question.

"You want the whole story?" She asked. I nodded. "by all means, please, explained yourself," I said as I closed the dossier and looked at her intensely. She sighed. She relaxed her hands and put them on the table.

"my mother and father died when I was young, at the age of five to be exact. I was put under the care of my Uncle Eric as my guardian. However, Uncle Eric was Croatian,"

"was?" I asked, interrupting her story. She sends death glare at me before answering the side note.

"yes, my father was Croatian that moved to Scotland because my mother was Scottish," she said. I rolled my eyes at her, mentally.

"so, when I was 5 years old, I went to be under care of my Uncle and after I was legal enough to be on my own, I moved back to Scotland as my parents' inheritance was here and I am here to collect it," she finished as she leaned back, crossing her hands again.

"so, did you get the inheritance?" I asked as I was making notes in my mind for the additional information.

"no, unfortunately, all my parents' assets when to their business partners and I was left penniless. Lucky enough for me that I can keep their mansion as a compensate for the assets that they get," she said before she looked away from me. She sighed and her expression was hard as a stone. I almost felt something for her. ALMOST. She had it hard even though she was living moderately now. But I still believed that she was the killer of Mr. Burgess. I need more information.

"well, thank you for your time, miss Duncan. You can see yourself out," I said as I was collecting the files and handcuffs. She scoffed at me before getting up from her seat. I was busy reorganizing the files when suddenly she went to my side and held my chair as she was forcing me to look at her face. Her beautiful face. God, get it together, Liam.

"look, mister, I don't know what you want more for me or anything as I did not involve in that murder. You should know by now that I am just an ordinary woman who happens to be at the wrong time and wrong place," she said with intensity in her eyes. We were staring at each other before she released my chair and went toward the door. I collected the files and got off from my seat and headed toward the door when she paused for a minute before turning toward me, stalking over and did something that was out of ordinary.

She kissed me.