Chapter 71: Chapter 71

"Can I help you?" Doctor Benson asks with annoyance on her face.

"I'm detective Chandler." He shows his badge. "I need to speak with Ms. Wilson immediately!"

"Well detective, we are in the middle of a session. You've interrupted a crucial exercise that would have helped restore parts of Mia's memory. It was working before you showed up."

"Mia is a witness part of an ongoing investigation and she has remembered someone who may possibly be a suspect, that will help this case. She needs to sit down with a sketch artist right now."

Doctor Benson says nothing else. She gestures at the door and I get up and follow detective Chandler out the room. Greg is standing there when I get out.

We walk towards the parking lot and I get into Chandler's car. I hop in the car. After 20 minutes of driving, we reach to the police station.

We exit the car and head into the station.

"Can I get a sketch artist over here?" Detective Chandler yells out. It's so busy in here I'm not sure if anyone even heard him. Telephones are ringing off the hook, people are filing complaints and cops are bringing in people with handcuffs. It is very distracting in here.

Detective Chandler gestures me to take a seat. I sit down, keeping to myself.

I wait for 15 minutes before a fat man with coffee stains on his t-shirt and an awkward looking moustache approaches me. He stares at me for a few seconds and sits down in front of me with a sketch pad and pencil.

"Hey, I'm Earl," he says.

I introduce myself and he asks me to describe the man I saw.

"He had brown short hair, a little longer than a buzz cut. Um, grey eyes, a trimmed beard and no moustache. He also had an anchor tattoo on his left upper arm."

Earl sketches while I speak. It's amazing how almost accurate he is. He's just missing the structure of the nose. I try to describe his nose and mouth features to the best of my abilities. When we're done, detective Chandler asks me to follow him. We end up in his office, Greg and officer Benson are with him.

"Mia, we just want to ask you some questions since you're here," Chandler says.

I nod.

"We've recently got the autopsy results for Jade" he opens up a file. "Did you know Jade was 5 weeks pregnant?"

Well so much for me helping with the pregnancy test as evidence.

I tell him how I recently discovered she was pregnant.

"Do you know if she had a boyfriend or a sexual relationship with anybody?"

"No" I respond.

"Do you know if she knew she was pregnant?"

I think back. At the party, she didn't drink alcohol! She always drinks alcohol. She must've known she was pregnant!

"I think she knew she was pregnant," I say.

"Okay, well in that case whoever the baby's father is, he's now a suspect. Her being pregnant gives whoever he is motive."

"So you think that guy I remembered from the party is the father ?" I ask.

"We don't know yet. We still have to ID the guy and bring him in for questioning once we find him."

"How long will that take?"

"Weeks, maybe even months. Finding the guy won't be easy. We have similar DNA from you and Jade but we have no suspect to test it against. The next couple of days, we're going to be looking through Jade's texts, Facebook messages, call logs. We'll know all the moves she's made leading up to the party."

"What else can you tell us about Jade that may be of any help?

I tell him that Jade is a journalist. There could have been a number of people she was involved with. She loved to interview rich and powerful men. I believe she even slept with a few of them. She had a mini-column in our school's newspaper and she made a list of the sexiest 15 men in Toronto. She was that girl.

After the interrogation was over, I felt like we got nowhere. They had information that I already had. They haven't told me anything new. This whole thing just makes me frustrated. I'm not one to drink, but I really want one right now.

I leave the police station with Greg. He drops me home and I find myself alone in my room. The first thing I do is check the messages I've been ignoring all day. The First message is from Sharon: "hey girl, I've been crying all day. Why didn't you tell me Jade was dead? She was my friend too. Call me back please. I wanna know if you're alright."

The next message I read is from Connor:"Hey Mimi, I heard about what happened to Jade. I'm sorry. Call me back please?"

I read more messages similar to these messages but more dramatic and from people I haven't seen or talk to in a while. The most shocking text I get is from Terry, my nemesis in my pre-law class.

"Hey. Sorry about your friend."

Even though her message was the shortest and less detailed. I really believed hers was the most sincere. She didn't try to talk about friendships we never had or about how she knew Jade because she didn't.

Of Course, I knew Connor's and Sharon's messages were honest too because they were actually my closest friends after Jade.

I start a crossword puzzle. My therapist said it would be good for my memory. After completing half of it, I get bored.

I'm about to call back Sharon, when my phone rings

It's Carly, and she's crying hysterically.

"Mia, I...I. H-how can she b-be de-dead?

After an hour of trying to calm her down, we agree to make funeral arrangements. She wants to find Jade's father before the funeral. It's understandable. She's planning to leave to the States in search of her father.

After that long and exhausting conversation, I decide maybe to call it a night. I text back Connor and Sharon, promising to call them tomorrow and I thank everybody who sent me a concerning text message. I text Greg, telling him goodnight and I fall asleep.

The guy with the anchor tattoo asks Jade if she wants a drink. She says yes but no alcohol. He goes towards the kitchen with another guy. This guy has long blond hair and green eyes. They talk a little bit and he comes back with a drink. He gives it to her and she drinks it...