Hazard - Chapter 4

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UPDATE TIME!! Chapter 4 for you all, hope you enjoy! Comments appreciated as always!

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Title: Hazard
Chapter(s): 4 of ?
Rating:  15 (Some language)
Characters: Greg and Ryan
Notes: Based on the song "Hazard" by Richard Marx

 

Ryan was sat in the confined box room.   Staring straight ahead with unseeing eyes. His mind was on Colin. Guilt scraped at him, acerbic and agonizing. It felt as though Hickson had been interrogating him for hours. He was currently silent surveying Ryan. Reading his face.

“How did you know the victim?” he shot like a poison barb at Ryan, who didn’t stir.
“Whose Line Is It Anyway.” he reeled off monotonously. Nothing mattered to him anymore, not even Greg. If it weren’t for Greg he’d be happy. Colin would be alive.

“Was he just a colleague? Bearing in mind this will be going to a court of law as evidence, Mr Stiles.”
“No. He was my best friend, but now he’s gone.” Ryan broke for the first time, the temporarily relief that the salty tears brought were instantaneous.
“How close were you?” probed the detective, hungry for more. Ryan’s head was pounding, blood in his ears, drowning his head.
“Very close.” He broke off into hard, terrible sobs of bitter pain.

“What about Mr Proops? How does he enter into all this, Mr. Stiles? If you’re my friend and tell me the truth, we can get to the bottom of who killed Colin.” The detective’s voice was full of false concern, coldness evident in every syllable he spoke. Ryan didn’t notice.

“He’s… nothing to me. He’s scum” growled Ryan venomously. Temporary confusion crossed the policeman’s face.
“And Mr Mochrie?”
“He was jealous of Colin, knew how close we were” Ryan’s voice was devoid of all emotion but fury.
“I see, did Mr Proops get angry with Mr Mochrie?” A smile formed on Hickson’s lips, causing the moustache to stretch further over his face.

“We all fell out. It was a mess, Greg and I had only just patched things up.”
“Elaborate.” commanded Hickson.
“ Then I found out about Col, and now… now I hate him!” Ryan’s voice splintered into a hard, raking sob. “I FUCKING HATE HIM FOR KILLING COL!!” Ryan collapsed on the desk, succumbing to his emotions at last.

The tape clicked off.

“Thank you Mr Stiles, you’ve been very helpful. I’m afraid you need to stay in a cell tonight while we search your apartment. Procedure only you’ll understand, to clear your name of all charges completely.” Hickson stood up and left a still violently shaking Ryan to be led to a cell by a policeman.

Prejudiced by Ryan’s accusation he wrenched open the door to the adjacent interrogation room where, as far as he was concerned their prime suspect, Colin Mochrie’s killer, sat.