Ben leaned over and whispered to me, “If we both stick to the story, they can’t prove anything.” I nodded.
That’s when the interrogator walked in, her long dark hair gently brushed over my shoulder as she took a seat opposite to us. A flowery scent followed her. She was young and seemed new to the job. Her shirt had several buttons undone, exposing a borderline scandalous amount of cleavage. Unprofessional. Amateur. Of course, when she wasn’t looking, I let my eyes dive into those puppies.
“Zach and Ben Oldupper, suspected of armed robbery,” she said, and turned on a tape recorder on the table between us. Her nails were painted a fiery red. “I’m Officer Jen.”
My brother Ben seized the initiative. “Look, officer, we don’t want to waste your time, but at the time of the robbery, we were at the other end of town, playing bowling.” I nodded in agreement. Ben took out the receipt for the game, the date and time edited beforehand.
Jen turned off the tape recorder with an audible click.
“Bowling? Really now?” She put her elbow on the table and rested her head on her palm, looking straight into my eyes. “Just between you and me, I was kinda impressed by your work. You did such a smart and clean job, and not a single shot fired. You must have walked away with so much money, I can’t imagine what you’ll do with it,” she kept her light blue eyes focused on me. “Oh, and look at you, Zach! You must be so strong. And yet, you didn’t hurt anyone,” she was checking me out, her eyes scanned me up and done. All I could think about was how beautiful she was. My gaze drifted back to the pull of her breasts, and I almost nodded at her suggestion.
“We weren’t there,” Ben said, mildly irritated.
Jen didn’t pay attention to him, and instead walked up behind me, her heels clicked until she stopped and whispered in my ear, “I bet it wasn’t hard at all,” her warm breath brushed the side of my neck. “I bet it was so easy for a strong man like you.” There was a playful smile in her voice.
“It was easy,” I said. She let out a satisfied giggle.
“You fucking idiot, Zach,” my brother said through gritted teeth.
“Oh, fuck.” My mind went blank.
I screwed up. I screwed up big time.
Jen took the tape recorder and said, “That sure sounds like the beginning of a confession to me,” and tapped the recorder.
“That shit was off, you can’t prove anything we say,” Ben said.
She smiled. “Off? We don’t turn these off. It’s the oldest trick in the book,” and just before she left the room, she added, “I look forward to hearing your story. I love true stories.”
I shook my head in disbelief, and prepared myself for an earful from Ben.