Chapter 2

The police station's interrogation room was a stark contrast to the dimly lit corridors I'd navigated to get there. Bright lights overhead, a cold metal table, and three university students fidgeting in their seats like they'd rather be anywhere else. I, stood at the back, observing as Detective Jameson leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

"So, you're all aware of why you're here," Jameson said, his voice firm but not unkind. "Jake Mitchell's death is being investigated as a homicide. You three were among the last to see him alive."

The three students exchanged nervous glances. Max spoke up, his voice hesitant. "Jake was...he was being a jerk, okay? He was picking on Miguel, and we stepped in."

Liam added, "It was just a stupid thing, but Jake got really aggressive. Next thing we knew, he was...he was gone."

Emily's voice trembled. "We didn't mean it, Detective.

Jameson's eyes narrowed. "Who pushed him?"

The room fell silent. Max, Liam, and Emily all shook their heads, their eyes darting around the room like they were searching for an exit.

"We don't know," Max said finally. "It was just...it happened so fast."

Jameson sighed, his eyes never leaving the students. "Okay, let's take it from the top. Who was involved in the fight?"

As they recounted the events, I watched the students' body language, their words, their hesitations. They were hiding something, all of them. But what?

And where was Miguel Turner in all this? Was he telling me the truth, or was he just as guilty as the rest of them?

I watched as Detective Jameson dismissed Max, Liam, and Emily with a stern warning to stay available for further questioning. As they filed out of the interrogation room, their eyes darted around the station like they were searching for an escape route – or maybe they were just worried about being seen.

Jameson turned to me, his expression grim. "What do you think, Gray?"

I shook my head. "They're hiding something. All of them."

He nodded. "Agreed. And I think we need to talk to the students who were downstairs when Jake's body was found."

I followed him to the viewing room, where a young officer was reviewing security footage. "Detective, we've got the students who came forward," she said, nodding towards a group huddled in the corner.

Jameson approached them, his eyes scanning the group. "You were all downstairs when Jake Mitchell's body was found?"

A couple of them nodded, their faces pale. One girl spoke up, her voice shaking. "We were just...just getting out of class, and...and we saw him. On the ground."

A guy added, "We didn't see anyone around him, just...just the body. It was like...like he was thrown or something."

Jameson's eyes narrowed. "Did you see anyone suspicious? Anyone lingering around the area?"

A student spoke up, "But as we looked up we saw Miguel on Terrace".

The students' words hung in the air like a challenge, and Detective Jameson's eyes locked onto mine, a spark of excitement igniting in his gaze. "You saw Miguel on the terrace, from above?" he repeated, his voice low and urgent.

Rachel nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. "Yes, Detective. We were walking up the stairs, and we looked up...and that's when we saw him."

Max added, his voice trembling, "He was standing there, looking down at us. And then...and then he was gone."

The room fell silent, the only sound the hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. Jameson's eyes never left the students, his expression intense. "And you're sure it was Miguel, only him?"

"You're all saying the same thing," Jameson said, his voice low and measured. "You only saw Miguel on the terrace, and no one else."

The students nodded in unison, their faces set in determination. Rachel spoke up, her voice firm. "That's right, Detective. We only saw Miguel."

Jameson's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "And you're sure no one else was on the terrace other than Miguel?

The students shook their heads, their faces solemn. One spoke up, his voice hesitant. "We didn't see anyone else, Detective. Just Miguel."

The room fell silent, the tension palpable. I glanced at Jameson, and he nodded, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity.

"Okay, let's bring Miguel in," he said, his voice firm. "Now."

As the students were led out of the room, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were closing in on something big.

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