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For Astrid
Hughie knew that his spree wasn't going to last. It was inevitable that he would slip up somewhere, not cover his trackes thoroughly enough and it would all come crashing down on him. It didn't make it any easier when the inevitable happened though. When he saw cops lingering outside the door to his and his dad's apartment, he ran; but they caught him.
Now he sat in an interrogation room, sweating bullets, anxiously worrying the tight handcuffs around his wrists. He should have asked for a lawyer the moment he'd got in, but he'd just frozen the moment they'd brought him in and now he was on his own and it was too late to be shouting for a lawyer.
The door opened and Hughie nearly flinched out of his seat. He pressed himself against the back of his chair, watching the woman walk in in silence. She wasn't a regular cop, he could tell by her clothes. A detective? Definitely not his lawyer, he wasn't getting any lawyer vibes from her (not that he'd ever actually had any dealings with a lawyer before). He watched her with round eyes, heart hammering in his chest, waiting for it all to come crashing down.












