I couldn't get anything relevant out of Shawn Comings. No motive, no admission of guilt, nothing. He kept hitting on me the entire time I was interrogating him. It pissed me off, mainly because I was trying to get answers, but instead I got vague complements. It was a terrible time, so I asked Anita to interrogate him instead.
I had no idea why Mr. Comings was behaving so oddly towards me, because he was able to maintain his composure whenever we met before. Wait, what if he was drunk or high? I don't know what his habits were in particular, but this definitely wasn't the man I knew from before.
I checked on him 36 hours after he had been taken into custody, he seemed to regained most, if not all of his usual composure.
"Mr. Comings, I will be taking you into the interrogation room," I said.
"Thank you, Detective Shang," Mr. Comings said.
"I don't think you should be thanking me," I said, "After all, you will be the one answering my many questions."
"You don't have to be so uptight, Detective," Mr. Comings said.
When we got to the room, I chained Mr. Comings' handcuffs to the table.
"Do you know why you're here, Shawn Comings?" I asked.
"For being under the influence in public?" Mr. Comings asked confidently.
"No," I said, "You're here for the murder of Cayden Michaels." Mr. Comings looked extremely shocked and almost like he was about to vomit.
"I wouldn't even dare," Mr. Comings said.
"Then why is your face on the composite sketch?" I asked, holding up the composite sketch.
"Wait, this picture has a mole under the left eye," Mr. Comings said, "I clearly have a mole under the right eye. It could be my twin brother, Silas Comings, but he would've visited me if he was in town.
"Wait, I think I'm starting to remember. Silas did visit and we drank. I think he drugged me to make my memory fuzzy. I think he told me that he was going to kill the man who broke my heart, which is of course the victim. I thought he was joking, but he came back in the morning and gave me a watch, Cayden's watch. I think I drank for hours, then I noticed that Silas was gone. So I went to search for him and then I got taken into custody."
"Where do think your brother is now, Mr. Comings?" I asked.
"He lives in M City," Mr. Comings said, "So I don't know if he went back there or is still in the city."
"Thank you, Mr. Comings," I said, "Though I do believe you'll still be committed for crimes, I believe you are not a murderer."
"What crimes did I commit?" Mr. Comings asked, obviously confused.
"You resisted arrest and assaulted an officer," I said.
"Fuck me," Mr. Comings said.
"No thanks," I said.
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