ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #9
Date: 12/7/2015,
Categories:
Celebrities,
Author: FrankSinner
... like a lot of this is my fault and I don't want to go back knowing that I walked away from this. But I just want you to be away from here and safe. I'll only be another day at most; the state police are supposed to arrive in the morning. Then I'll get a boat and I'll come right home to you." "You promise?" she asked, knowing his answer, but still needing a greater guarantee than he could offer. "I promise," he lied, knowing she needed to hear that more than his fears of the truth. Behind them, the wedding party and primary guests headed out, bags in their hands to add to a golf cart that had been running shifts. "I just feel so bad for them, you know?" Andre said, chucking his bag onto the back beside Beck's. "This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives, and instead they got this…" "I'm just happy they found Robbie and locked him down," Cat said, handing her bags to Andre before taking a seat. "Did you guys know he was capable of this?" Noelle asked, getting Cat's bag from Andre and adding them onto the stack herself. "If he's the one who did this," Beck added, rolling his eyes. "I still don't buy Robbie doing all of this. He had some issues, but he's not a killer. He and Freddie were good friends and he's known Jade longer than I have. We were tight for a long time, and none of this makes sense." "Amen to that," Andre said, before hopping into the driver's seat to head for the marina, ...
... but was quickly stopped when Spencer jumped in front of their vehicle. * * * "Now if I uncuff you when we get to my desk, are we going to have a problem?" Singer asked, pulling Robbie from the tiny holding cell and leading him into the main office. "No sir…" Robbie said, eager to get this over with, knowing that he was innocent. A belief not shared by many in the precinct. "Good deal," the older man said as he led him to the office where Singer had spent the last 20 years making his own. Pictures adorned the wall, as wall as plaques, and at lest eight different large fish mounted throughout the cluttered office. "Now, I did manage to get someone on the line for you and he's flying up tonight so he can be on the morning flight. A detective named Vega, that can vouch for who you are, and he wants to be part of the team to bring you in. Seeing how his daughter is one of the people that is currently missing, which I neglected to mention, I'm not too big a fan of this, but I don't seem to have much of a choice given the phone call I just got. But that might be the least of your problems." "What do you mean?" Robbie asked, rubbing his wrists where the tight metal bound him a bit too much. "Well, Mr Shapiro, I have read your file, and read it again, and I'll be completely honest. I don't get it. I need to understand why you did this." "I didn't do anything, officer. I'm innocent!" Robbie was getting frantic, looking around the ...