SILENCE - DS Addison Scott Series #1

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Chapter Twenty-Three


Addison stood in the room along from Robert and Fletcher. She watched through the two-way mirror as Fletcher and Robert sat down to interview Alan Reed. He was sat with his legs crossed and his hands cuffed to the metal bar on the table in front of him. One of the guards had told Addison that Alan Reed was a role model within the walls of the prison. The other prisoners worshipped the ground he walked on.

His grey-blue eyes felt as if they were staring right through the mirror at her. His brown hair was combed back, the shine from the light reflected from the top of his head. Roberts voice finally filled the room through the microphone speaker, she could hear everything that was said. Alan’s eyes lingered a little bit longer through the two-way mirror before shifting his full focus onto Robert.

“Alan Reed is your full name?” Robert asked.

Addison glanced down at the file in her hand that was given to her by one of the guards. According to the prison, Alan changed his name in 1981, which was the year Addison was born. This information was not in their case files.

“Detective Chief Inspector Robert Ashworth, you should know my full name. It is written on that piece of paper under your hand.” Alan said.

“Alan Anthony Reed. Or is it just Alan Reed?” Robert asked.

“You can call me whatever you like Detective,” Alan smirked. He rested back into his chair and crossed his other leg over. “What can I do for you fellas?” He said as he glanced up at the two-way mirror, knowing Addison was watching them.

“There is a murderer out there who is copying your murders. We wanted to get an insight about you and to know why this killer is so inspired by you.” Robert’s tone was clipped.

“Do you want to know about my first kill?” Alan’s eyes went wide. He was excited to tell his story. He’s told it so many times, but this would be Addison’s first time hearing it from his own mouth. Robert waved his hand and leaned back in his chair. “Her name was Katie Herman; it was fitting for her to be my first kill. She is the one who caused my mother’s death.” He started. Alan looked up to the two-way mirror again. “My wife-to-be went into labour that night. I wasn’t there. Did you know that? I was murdering someone, the time you were born.” He smiled. He crossed his leg over again. “Do you want to know something else? Katie’s daughter was with her at the time, I had no choice to kill her too. You were being born at the time, such a beautiful moment.” Alan looked back to Fletcher and Robert.

“What did Katie Herman do that caused your mother’s death?” Robert asked him.

“My dad was having an affair with her. It was going on for a while and…” Alan paused. He glanced up to the mirror. Addison moved forward, waiting for him to speak again.

“And what Alan?” Robert drew back his attention to them. Alan let out a laugh. “Did you get fed up with the affair?”

“Yes, I got fed up. I told him to end it many times, but he didn’t listen. I warned him that I would tell Mum. I contacted her, she deserved to know. I asked her to come home.” Alan told him. His smirk slowly disappeared from his lips. “It wasn’t my fault that she came home though.” He chuckled.

“So, she came home and found them in bed together. Were you there when this happened?” Robert asked.

“I wasn’t going to be there when it all blew up. I was picking up my little brother.” Alan said.

“But it was your fault that it happened?” Robert continued.

“You know, it was my fault that I brought Mads into the world. It’s my fault that she had to see her mother die, the way she did.” Alan’s smirked slowly appeared again. He held Robert’s gaze.

“Who is Mads?” Robert asked. He knew exactly who Mads was, but he wanted Alan to think he had no clue.

“Madison, my daughter,” He laughed. Robert shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. The smile on Alan’s face slipped.

“No, the name still doesn’t ring a bell.” Robert said.

“Oh, I see what you’re doing. I’m talking about Addison, standing behind that mirror there.” Alan nodded to the two-way mirror. Addison felt his eyes on her again. She took most of her strength not to barge into the room to shout at him again. He was playing games with them and there was nothing she could do about it, but to ignore him. She had no intention in visiting him, but now, here she stood.

“She told me she doesn’t have a father.” Robert leaned back in his chair again, crossing his arms over his chest.

Addison let out a small chuckle. She knew Robert was goading him, even though he was right. She was better off without having a father. Robert knew what Alan wanted; he knew that Addison was his weakness. Alan wanted to see her suffer, her downfall.

“She’s a brave kid. I’ve seen her do things and she’s made her see how much of a tough woman she is.” Robert smiled. Alan hissed and clenched his hands on the table. He wanted to turn her life upside down.

“We will see how tough she really is.” Alan finally spoke. He rearranged himself in his seat and sat up. He unclenched his fists and let out a long breath. “She put me away all those years ago, no one betrays me and gets away with it.” He told them. Robert and Fletcher both got up from their seats and headed for the door. Alan watched them leave and his shoulders slightly dropped.

Robert and Fletcher exited the room, closing the door behind them. Addison was waiting for them.

“Let me go in there and speak to him. Please, alone.” Addison begged. She looked up at Robert, trying her puppy eyes as hard as she could. Robert looked to Fletcher for help, but he shrugged his shoulders. Robert stepped out of the way and Addison entered the room.

Alan watched her come into the room and she stood by the door. He noticed the scratch on her face was dried up. She grabbed the chair and moved it away from the table, closer to the door. Alan watched her every move. Robert and Fletcher watched in the other room.

“There is a killer out there, he is admiring your work.” Addison spoke. Alan tilted his head. There was a long pause. He watched her.

“So, he should.” He finally said.

“You know who he is?”


“But you said ‘he’, you know who ‘he’ is.”

“Figure of speech.” Alan said as he shrugged his shoulders. Addison moved the chair closer; her eyes found his and she didn’t hesitate to look away. He accepted her challenge.

“Who is ‘he’?” Addison asked, still holding his stare.

“I’m not the only one who knows who ‘he’ is, look closer.” Alan leaned forward and whispered. The guards entered the room and started to unchain his handcuffs from the table. He looked down on her as he walked past her, blowing her a kiss. She had held his gaze until the last moment, until he was gone. Time was up.

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