“This has been the longest day of my life,” Mason complains as he settles down in his swivel chair. He taps the space bar on the keyboard and the FBI database shows on the screen. “Now, let’s see what happened to these detectives,” Mason types in their names and files begin to pop up on the screen about them. A video file for each of them come up from 9 months ago.
“Do you wanna watch it?” I ask Mason who turns and looks at me, “It looks like they were interrogating the detectives awhile ago.”
He shrugs and presses play on the video. It begins with one of the detectives saying his name, date of birth, and the place he was born.
“He’s taking a lie detector test,” Mason explains, as he sits back in his chair. I cross my arms and do the same, waiting for anything vital to come up in the video.
The voice off camera stays talking basically telling the detective what to do and finally, she begins asking questions, “At anytime three years ago did you interrogate a girl by the name of Gianna Bassett?”
“I interrogate a lot of people, how am I supposed to remember?”
“Detective Reece, we’ve already discussed this, it’s yes or no questions. If you don’t answer with yes or no we will have to automatically assume you’re lying to us. Even if the machine tells us differently.”
He sighs irritatedly and leaned back in his metal chair, “No, I do not remember interrogating a girl by the name of Gianna Bassett.”
“That is a lie,” Someone off camera says and the detective sighs.
“You need to start telling the truth Detective Reece,” The tone of voice this lady is pulling sounds threatening like she’s going to do something to him if he doesn’t cooperate.
I can tell he knows what she’s going to do because he shifts uncomfortably in his seat and clears his throat in an awkward manner.
“Now I’m going to ask you again, at any time three years ago did you interrogate a girl by the name of Gianna Bassett?”
“No,” He said firmly, standing his ground.
“You’re hiding something and we are going to find out what it is Detective. Don’t think that because we don’t have all the information now means that we won’t fit the pieces together.”
He calls her bluff and scoffs, “Even if I was hiding something, there’s no way you would be able to find anything.”
“Turn off the camera, this interview is over,” The woman says and it cuts off right there.
“Is it just me or do you feel like the interview kept going after the camera turned off?” I bite my lip in thought and Mason nods.
“Yeah, I do too,” He presses play on the other video. They ask him the same exact questions and he keeps telling them no. Every time it comes out true but I feel like he’s cheating the system somehow. He isn’t as much of a hard-ass as Detective Reece but every time he passes the question with true his eyes flickers towards the camera.
The video finishes with him passing the lie detector test and I raise my eyebrows.
“He cheated,” I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. Mason closes those files and cross checks Bo’s name and the detectives names but nothing pops up.
“So they didn’t document anything with her, or maybe they did,” He did his thing on his laptop and once it took longer than five minutes I took out my phone and started looking up the articles about the murders. I scroll through the words people wrote about Bo saying that they believed it and others saying they didn’t.
“I got it,” I hear Mason whisper, I look up and see the documentation that’s spread across the screen, “They hid it really good but I was able to pull it out, it’s a full report about what they questioned Bo on and what happened,” He scrolls through the document, going through it first and then starts to read it to me.
“Somebody blamed the fourteen-year-old girl of murdering their foster son but when we brought her in she had told us everything she knew. She described the last time she saw him in grave detail, telling both Detective Reece and me that her foster brother snuck out of the house to go meet with his girlfriend and never came back. At first, she didn’t want to tell us anymore but she said that she also went through his phone and found photos of large bags of branded "powdered sugar" which both Reece and I believe may have been cocaine. We questioned her a little further and had nothing more to question her of so we held her for a couple of hours and then released her with no charges.”
“That’s not what Bo told me,” I say slowly, trying to recollect the memory of her side of the story.
“What do you mean that’s not what she told you?” Mason turns in his swivel chair and his eyebrows are furrowed in confusion.
“Bo told me that her old foster brother was a drug pumper and that when she ran away he framed her for twelve murders because her fingerprints were found on the gun and at the crime scene.”
“Either Bo was lying or these detectives are hiding something bigger than a potential drug bust and murder,” He scrolls through the document again then closes it.
“What does she have to lose now? Why would she lie?” He shrugs and leans back in his seat.
“Adrian hasn’t called yet, I’m worried,” He pulls out his phone and taps on Adrian’s contact which starts a phone call, “Hey have you found anything yet?” He puts it on speaker so we both can hear.
“Actually I’ve found a little bit about a woman named Veronica Wilson,” I hear paper crumpling and then he recites what he read, “Turns out that Veronica was a well known for working the corners in the area. Booked probably three times on prostitution but was released on bail every time by an unknown source. She was in the newspapers a couple times also because of her ‘violent outbursts’ in public from being overly intoxicated almost all the time. And then out of nowhere she just went ‘poof’ into thin air and you don’t hear anything from her for over nineteen years or so.”
“Bo told me all she knew about her mom was that she was a prostitute, alcoholic, and a druggy,” I say, adjusting myself on the bed as Mason sets his phone on the desk and turns back to his computer.
“Sounds about right but how would she know that if she never met her mom and she left her when she was born?” Adrian asks, bringing up questions in my own head.
“There are some holes in this story guys,” Mason says, a concerned look dead on his face, “This is way bigger than we thought.”