Ryann Shaw sat in the interrogation room, listening halfheartedly to the police officer in front of her who was gloating about how he had taken down the “elusive Rosemont Bandit”. And to be honest, while she liked the nickname, she never saw herself as elusive. Somehow someone had figured out that she was behind the burglaries, and by the way the man in front of her was talking, she was sure that it was not him.
And she wasn’t even sure she was actually caught. Without any proof, she could just deny it and they’d have no way to keep her. Not without a confession. She smirked as the police officer in front of her slammed his hands down on the table. “Are you even listening to me? We have proof that puts you at least one of the six houses within the last six months. If you confess right now we can cut you a deal.”
Ryann stared at the officer. Was he expecting her to respond or something? Because if he was, he was going to be waiting for a good while.
He crossed his arms and stood up. “I can’t help you out unless you say something. Did you rob those houses?”
Ryann just sat there and smiled a tight smile up at the officer who looked like he was about to flip a table when the door to the interrogation room opened and a large guy in a gray button down and slacks walked into the room.
“Officer Jameson. I told you to stay out of the interrogation room. Just because you escorted the suspect here doesn’t mean you broke the case. So please for the benefit of yourself, the suspect, and mine for goodness sake please stop telling everyone you did.”
“I thought for sure I could get the little crook to talk! I didn’t even bring up the evidence,”
Ryann put her elbow on the table and rested her chin in her hand, smirking at the cop.
The detective got in the cops face. “That little crook is my daughter. No matter what she did, you do not talk about her like that.”
The cop paled and shrunk back… “Y-Your daughter? You mean the mute one?” He turned to look at Ryann who gave him a cute little wave and a sly wink. “You’re just going to let her go?!”
Her father took one look at her and her grin disappeared. She knew that he was the one that had found her out and he wasn’t going to be able to help her. It would not be easy to get out of this one
“Pierce!” Her father pushed the cop out of the room and closed the door on him.
He just stared at the door for a few minutes while Ryann sat there waiting for him to say something. Anything that would let her know what he was thinking…
He turned around and sat down at the table. “Oh Ryann…”
She signed at him, asking him what was wrong trying to play dumb, just to see if she could actually convince him otherwise.
He sighed. “Ryann… Don’t even try… I know you’ve been sneaking out and robbing folks blind. I technically don’t even need a confession.”
Ryann bit her lip. She signed again, asking her father how he knew.
Her father looked her straight in the eyes. “You left some blood at the last house… Took a few days for the test results to come back, but apparently, the family dog got some blood on its fur.”
Ryann winced as she remembered the dog bite she had received on her left leg as a throbbing pain made sure she remembered. She had bandaged it up, but she really wished she had hit the dog harder.
Pierce sighed as he continued. “Now you could have just gotten off easy for one burglary, but no. You had to leave a calling card. The blood and the giant letter R were enough to pin you for all six.”
Ryann hung her head, trying to at least look a little bit ashamed for her criminal activity.
“But you know what really clinched it for me, well before we got the DNA tests back.”
Ryann looked up again, realizing this was far from over.
Pierce looked down at the table, looking rather ashamed of his daughter. “Those earrings… I know who they really belonged to.”
Ryann’s hands went to her earrings, then she signed frantically to her dad to stop.
“They were your mother’s.” His eyes met hers. “I sold them to Mrs. Crawford a few weeks after the funeral… I always thought it was funny how Mrs. Crawford’s was the first house that was hit and that the only thing missing…” His eyes flicked to the earrings and Ryan covered them up again. “... Then you started to wear them around the house. And I wanted to believe that you had just bought them. I tried to convince myself that it was just a coincidence…”
Ryann started to cry. The earrings were her mother’s. Pierce had no right to sell them to anyone. They were the last thing Ryann had given to her mother, but did Pierce care? No. Apparently, he just had to sell them and not even think twice about letting her keep them. She signed angrily at her father that he didn’t care about her mother.
He slammed his fists on the table. “Don’t you dare try and turn this around on me. I loved your mother more than you will ever realize. I sold all of her stuff because I know she would want us both to live our lives. I had to give things up to move on. So do you.”
Ryann blinked away tears and signed to him that she was going to admit to stealing. The earrings and everything else. She signed to him that she would love to watch him lock her away because he didn’t deserve her mother or her.
Pierce clenched his fists and called over his shoulder. “Put her in the holding cell with the other one. I’ll decide what to do with her later.”
She stared Pierce dead in the eyes as two officers entered the room and helped her up from her chair, cuffing her and leading her out of the room and down the hallway. At the end of the hallway, she was gently pushed into a holding cell.
She brushed herself off and turned to look outside the cell. She could see her dad talking to another officer in a window. When he looked up and saw her watching, he moved out of the way of the window.
She gave him the finger and turned to face the wall. She wasn’t alone in the cell. And she wasn’t surprised at who was with her.
Her ears were met with several exclamations in spanish as she smiled at the young Hispanic male sitting on the bench against the wall with his face in his hands. He was a shorter guy and he had curly black hair. He was wearing his green Tri-Force shirt and blue jeans, so that meant he too was picked up at school. She was honestly curious as to how he had gotten caught. After all, he was just the accomplice.
As the door clicked shut, the boy’s head snapped up. “Ryann! I am so sorry! I saw the policeman take you away, and I turned myself in because I didn’t want to get dragged away like that too.”
Ryann chuckled and rolled her eyes at her friend. Hershell Farse was a huge nerd and was always a little skittish when it came to assisting her. She only needed him as a driver for one thing. And even then, she had to promise him that he wouldn’t show or give him anything she stole.
She signed at him telling him that there was nothing for him to worry about, even though she wasn’t actually sure. She just needed to make sure he was calm.
He glanced around. “We are in jail. There is so much we should be worried about.”
Ryann shrugged and signed that she wasn’t sure what was going to happen to them. He was right… nothing was alright at all…
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