At least it wasn’t like the films, Miroslav thought. There was no squeaky chair or a bright flashing bulb that cast light into the shadows while some unknown liquid dripped onto the concrete floor. No, this wasn’t the movies at all. This was a real police interrogation room.
The fluorescent bulbs were safely placed high in the ceiling, illuminating the room with their low humming buzz that kept everything brightly lit. The table was bolted to the floor, but it was empty of everything apart from a small plastic cup with water in it that the guest in question had requested, but hadn’t sipped from. Condensation was growing on the outside of the plastic.
“When was the last time you saw Kevin?” Michael asked the suspect. Miro was watching from the other side of the one-sided glass with Philipp in the viewing room also.
“Do you think he’ll fuck it up?” Lahm asked quietly. Miro thought about it for a moment before he sighed.
“I hope not.” Miro replied simply, seeing Lahm nod in the slight reflection they both had on their side of the glass.
“Look, man, I don’t know what Kevin did, but I didn’t have anything to do with it.” The boy, cause that’s all he really was, despite the fact that he claimed to have twenty-one years on him. His blond hair was styled in a way that Miro had never seen before, thank God, and he shook his head. He was dressed like a punk, and that’s exactly how Ballack was treating him.
“If you don’t know what he did, then how do you know you weren’t a part of it?” Michael asked with a raised eyebrow before he sighed. “Just answer the question.”
The boy sighed. “I don’t know. We were at the club. Kev said he had to take a call and that was the last I saw him. I got lucky if you know what I mean.” He popped his tongue in his mouth to be obnoxious, giving Michael the once over. “Actually, you probably don’t.”
“What was the time?” Michael asked.
“Don’t know, I already said that!” The kid started to tense up. “Probably around midnight. I don’t remember. I was a little fucked up, old man. And, like I said, I got lucky.”
“What was her name?” Michael asked, making a slight note on the pad of paper he had.
The boy just grinned. “Who said it was a ‘she’?”
Michael rolled his eyes and stood up, the tension in his body showing clearly. “Have it your way, be unhelpful and hinder a police inquiry. I’m sure a nice night in jail would help you loosen up.”
“Probably, but then again, I’m into that.” He replied cheekily, making Michael get even more worked up.
Miro sighed and looked at Philipp. “You better get him out of there before he gets the department into more hot water and Jürgen has to suspend him. Again.” Miro added the last word as an afterthought.
Lahm nodded and moved to the door to get his partner out. Michael was a loose-canon sometimes. That’s why they were partners in the first place. Jürgen had thought an extremely cool headed person, such as Philipp, could calm the wayward temper that belonged to Michael. Some experiment that had been. The two couldn’t stand one another and there was little love lost between them.
“Michael? A word, please.” Philipp stood in the doorway and waited until Michael was out of the room before Miro turned to look at the both of them.
“I’m thinking that that freak,” Miro knew Michael desperately wanted to say another word, a slur, but was relieved when he didn’t, “tried getting it on with the victim and then when your stiff said no, blondie there took it personally.”
“And the evidence you have to support this theory includes…?” Philipp asked with a raised eyebrow, his arms crossed over his chest. He was also tired of Michael’s bigotry.
Michael shrugged. “That’s for Miroslav to find out. I’m just telling you what I think.”
“Well thank you for your input, Michael.” Miroslav said politely, despite Miro’s agitation at the rudeness he’d shown. “I think I will finish the interviews.”
“I’ll still help with the last one.” Philipp amended quietly and Miro nodded. Michael seemed to pick up on the hint and he huffed.
“Whatever. Think what you like. I’m telling you something isn’t right with that one. And it’s not cause he’s queer either!” Michael then took his leave, banging out of the interrogation room and Philipp and Miro couldn’t bring themselves to be sorry at the sight of his departure.
Miro let out a long breath before nodding to Philipp.
“I’ll talk to,” Miro looked at the paper in his hand, “Mister Reus again. You can speak to Hummels?”
Philipp nodded and then started to go to the other room down the hallway. Miro let out another long breath and then walked into the interrogation room.
“Hello, Mister Reus.” Miro greeted politely and calmly walked over to the table and sat down.
The blond just watched him with an unimpressed look. “Can I go? I told the other guy everything.”
Miro shook his head. “My apologies. I do have a few other questions for you.” He heard the blond heave a great sigh before he slouched in the chair. Miro could tell he was itching to reach for the phone that was in his pocket. He’d been on it earlier, before Michael had come in to talk to him. “Can you please tell me when you last saw Kevin?”
“What the fuck is everyone so wrapped up about with Kevin for? What’d he do? Steal something?” Marco scoffed and looked a little annoyed.
Miro watched him for another moment. “I’m afraid your friend Kevin was found murdered last night.”
Marco blinked and then stared solidly at Miro. He shook his head after a moment.
“Very funny.” His tone had taken leave of the cocky attitude from before.
“I’m not joking, Mr. Reus.” Miro spoke, kind tone in place.
“Call me Marco, please.” Marco whispered, eyes lowering to the table before looking up at Miroslav. “How? How did it happen?”
Miro shook his head. “We’re still investigating. You see why it’s imperative that we have all the information about his movements last night?” He waited until he saw a confirmation nod before continuing. “What happened last night?”
Thomas returned to the office approximately an hour after he had left it. He liked driving the BMW; Miro never let him unless it was an absolute dire emergency. It was a nice car and he ached to drive it more often. Oh well, guess he would have to earn that privilege, he thought and stopped off at his desk to put the folded up change of clothes he’d brought with him. He had learned his mistake once already; he really was going to try and act more like Miroslav.
He stood up and looked to Miro’s office, fully expecting his boss to be there working away on their case. Thomas frowned when he didn’t see him there. He left his desk and looked in the break room; it was empty save another inspector, Ballack. Thomas didn’t like him, but didn’t get the chance to avoid him because Michael was on his way out as Thomas had peeked in.
“There you are. What great quest did Klose send you on?”
Thomas frowned. “What do you mean?”
“It must have been important, since you were out while we did the questioning.”
Thomas paused. They’d questioned the suspects already? He had been looking forward to that. He wanted to see how Miro worked when questioning suspects.
The questions must have shown on his face because Michael started to smirk.
“Guess he didn’t trust you yet. Neither would I. You’re so young and you have no experience.” Michael brushed by him and started back to his own office that he shared with Philipp.
Jaw twitching, Thomas moved back to his own desk outside in the main office and sat down. Did Miroslav not trust him? It was obvious he wasn’t overly fond of him and that Thomas’ personality probably rubbed him the wrong way. But did that really come down to a lack of trust? Thomas paused and sighed. He guessed he would have to have a talk with his boss, a proper one. But that could wait.
Right now, he needed something to make Miroslav proud of him.
He opened the case folder and began to look for additional clues when a thought struck him. Carefully sliding Pia’s used handkerchief into an empty evidence bag, he sealed it and started down to the laboratory.