Gale Heartford Progressive (Title TBD)
Sept 14, 2020 21:10:10 GMT -8
Post by Snow on Sept 14, 2020 21:10:10 GMT -8
The light of the small room flickered to life, drowning the room in a white light. A uniformed officer pushed the man into the room and shoved him into a chair at the table. Gale plopped his wrists onto the table in front of him when urged by a shove on his shoulder. With a click the officer secured Gale’s handcuffs to the table. He knew it wouldn’t budge, but he lifted his hands slowly to test it anyway. The officer grunted and went for the door.
“Stay quiet. Only talk when spoken too.”
“Aye aye captain.”
The officer stared at Gale for a moment then slammed the door shut. To Gale’s left was the door he had just come in from. A wooden frame with a frosted window to prevent wandering eyes from peering in. He could just make out the “Interrogation A” written backwards from his point of view. Behind him and to his right were cinder block walls. At some point the walls were painted a bright yellow, but years of no maintenance left behind a faded and chipping wall. Above him was a single fluorescent light. Its humming was the only sound that could be heard aside from the busy station just outside his door. He remained unperturbed. Gale stared intently at the mirror that faced him. Looking at his own reflection.
He barely recognized the man that faced him. His normally neat hair was disheveled and matted with blood from a cut just above his brow. The wound had stopped bleeding at some point and the liquid that was running down his face was now caked onto his skin, forcing the one eye to remain shut. The swelling in the other eye had reduced, leaving behind a bruise that left a black splotch on his fair skin. He took a breath in, sending a sharp pain to his right side. He exhaled slowly in short bursts, trying to keep his broken rib from causing him anymore pain than it already was.
Tap. Tap.
After a moment to himself there was a small knock on the door and it swung open. Two men entered the room. Both men wore clean three piece suits. The older of the two entered last, closing the door behind him and leaned against the wall beside the door. The younger man sat in the chair opposite to Gale, placing a folder down on the table. He pushed the corner to make it flush with the edge of the table and opened it. He sifted through the papers in silence. Gale could see him glancing at the papers but his eyes weren’t moving the way those of someone reading would.
“Gale Heartford. Son of Samuel and… Lyssa Heartford.”
Gale shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the mention of his mother’s name.
“You were found on the corner of 14th and Sycamore, two blocks from the General Atomics Factory, ground zero for the explosion.”
Gale stared at the detective, who looked up at him and placed a photo in front of Gale.
“We want to know anything you know about this man.”
{Edits and Word Count} Word Count: 519
