9:07AM

(Other sensitive content: Mention of murder, mystery, crime)

(Other sensitive content: Mention of murder, mystery, crime)

DAY 1

NOVEMBER 27TH 1983

ROOM 12E - SESSION - DURKEE - OFFICER BROWN

Agent Brown enters the interrogation room. Durkee, a man in his early 30s remains idle. He only eyeballs Officer Brown as he enters the teal room. There was a constant ticking sound, as the over-worked fluorescent lightbulb above them would occasionally flicker.

Brown pulls out the chair across from Durkee to seat himself.

“You’re about the fifth person they’ve sent in here,” Durkee chuckled, his tone delivered in an exasperated annoyance. He adjusted himself in his seat. He sat at a slant, his back relaxed against the chair to makeshift some sort of comfort.

“We’ll, I’m guessing you already know who I am,”

“Yeah,” Durkee quietly retorted.

“Then, let’s cut to it,” Brown set his work brief in front of him above the table.

“Whatever it is, man, I have nothing else to confess.”

“I’m here to help you plead your case, Jonathan.”

“Oh, are you?” Durkee observed Brown as he shuffled between some freshly printed paperwork. “Look, I know you’re getting paid to do this therapy with me. But it’s really starting to get on my nerves.”

“Well, if you're gonna help me, it’ll help a lot of them to stop asking me the same questions.”

“I want to help you get out of this,”

“There was new evidence discovered at the scene, Jonathan,” Brown clicked a pen to his thumb, and scratched off something to the top of his notepad. This seemed to come to a surprise to Johnathan.

Durkee carefully watched what the officer was going to say next.

“I’m not here from the county, someone personally requested me to come chat with you.”

“And who is that?”

Brown had placed flour envelopes infront of Durkee.

“If you weren’t apart of this, I need you to help me help you. Either you’ll be able to go home, or serve a lesser sentence.”

Durkee moved himself to sit upright. “Okay, I guess I’ll play along,”

“Look, I’m not wired or anything.”

There was a brief silence as Brown determined what to say next.

“This envelope was discovered at the scene. It was addressed to you, but..” Durkee kept his eye on the orange envelope.

“...other factors of the case may show you have an alibi.” Brown looked surprised, and confused. “But I need you to talk to me.”

Brown reached again in his suitcase, revealing more photos, and placed them within Durkee’s reach.

“I’m sorry, but these are graphic.”

Durkee gave a look, but then slowly turned his glare down to the photos. He held one in his hands.

One showed of a disposed weapon..the other.. Of a woman positioned horribly.

“What the hell is with you?” Durkee jerked the photos off the desk. The cards landed t othe other side of the room, and the sudden movement did cause Brown to flinch. The guards had cautiously eyed the inside of the room. A warning that they were ready to sweep in at any time.

“Why would you show me this? You think I would kill my own wife?”

“Johnathan, I-”

“I’m not going to sit here and let ya’ll put words in my mouth! I already told you where I were1’ Durkee was nearly huffing.

“I know these are devastating to you. But something else occurred that night with your wife-”

Durkee sharply stared at Brown.

“I’m showing you this because that is not your wife in the pictures.”

“What?” Durkee adjusted himself again within his chair. His feet were now positioned on the side of the chair, and he was bouncing one leg out of anxiety.

“I do not think you are guilty. Something else was at play here..Johnathan.”

“What are you saying.. She’s..alive then? Why am I here?”

“For your own protection.”

“What?!”

“I promise, if you allow me more time, I will tell you more.” There was a knock at the window, one of the Officer’s banged their baton against the iron door.

“Time, Mr. Brown.”

Durkee looked at Brown in a mix of confusion and relief. He watched as the agent picked up the photos that were just thrown to the floor.

“Your’e not…with this place.. Are you?”

Keys could be heard being removed from one of the guards pockets. The heavy door screeched open, one guard stepping inside.

“We’ll talk again tomorrow, Jonathan.”

Brown had collected himself to stand, and turned towards the entrance to leave. Once he were out of view, the other guard approached Durkee with a smaller key.

“Don’t try anything.” She uncuffed him from the table, and ordered him to stand.

They moved him back down the hallway too his holding.

DAY 2: PHONE CALL

“Durkee,” a male officer calls from behind the heavy door, “you’ve got a call.”

Jonathan arose from the flat mattress. He pushed a magazine to the side that he were reading.

“Yoi have ten minutes.” The officer stepped to the side as he awaited him at the door, to cuff and escort him down the dimly lit hallway. As they continued, other agonizing and taunting voices came from the other inmates. Some were in here for far worse crimes. Durkee had yet to be convicted. It looked like they were egging on a fight. There was a situation happening in one of the corners that required three guards to break it up.

The guards had finally arrived to a room which held a singular phone bolted to the wall. They ushered him inside, and restated his time limit. The guard fully enclosed the door when Durkee stepped inside. Only the faint buzzing of the overhead fluorescent light could be heard, in addition to the guards breaking up a fight down the hallway.

Three rings. Durkee took a moment to collect himself, and grasped the handle of the landline and brought it to his ear.

“D?” a gruff voice called from the other line.

“CJ?” The other voice on the line made an confirming hum.

“Yo, be careful here. I don’t know what went down, or what’s going on, but you have to get me out of here.” Durkee swallowed the lump in his throat. “What is going on with Mary??”

“She’s walking, D.”

“What?”

“She burned your house down when she found out, and she’s-”

“Wait, slow down, can you tell me why am I here?”

“She sent someone to kill you, man. I had to tell them you did it-”

“YOU’RE the reason I’m in here?”

“Listen, D!” CJ interrupted.

“Look, were heaving a guy come bail you out but..don’t talk to no one there.”

Durkee looked beyond perplex than he did at the interrogation room.

“Then…You mind tellin’ me then who’s this Agent Brown?”

The room flashed in red, and the guards abruptly came in to snatch Durkee off of the phone.

“Hey, my cell is that way.” They kept pushing him forward, and Durkee turned his head towards the missed hallway.

“HEY, it’s that way!”

One of the officers turned towards Durkee..and it was her.

He turned blue in his tracks.

His wife..