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Detective Lockely watched Dr. Fred Burkle
as she wandered around the crime scene, examining every little thing that
caught her attention as they waited for the assistant district attorney to
arrive. Periodically the brunette would mumble something to herself, and Kate
found herself wondering if she was a genius or completely insane. Possibly a
bit of both�
Fred said something
audible, and Kate looked up sharply, realizing this time she was actually being
addressed. �What did you say?�
Fred looked
up from where she was crouched beside the massive desk in the middle of the
room. �I said I bet this is where he hit his head.�
�Who hit his
head?� Kate asked, her brow wrinkling.
�The guy. Liam Angelus. The body has a mark on the head, and there�s blood and
what looks like maybe hair on the corner of the desk. Whoever processed the scene must�ve missed it because the wood of the desk is
so dark.�
Kate walked
over to Fred and crouched down, examining the corner of the desk. Sure enough,
there was a patch of what looked like blood and hair. �You think it�s the vic�s?�
�Only one way
to be sure,� Fred replied before scraping her find into a vial for processing.
�If it is his
and he did hit his head on the corner of the desk that night, do you think it
even has anything to do with the case?� Kate asked.
�Honestly, I
have no idea. This one�s got me baffled. Nothing�s making any sense.�
Kate nodded,
actually relieved to hear Fred say what she�d been thinking. It was nice to
know she wasn�t the only one who couldn�t seem to make the pieces fit on this
one. It made her feel a bit less like an idiot who couldn�t do her own job �
especially since she�d wager Dr. Burkle had a few IQ
points on her.
Heavy foot
falls alerted the two women to the arrival of ADA Gunn and they both stood,
their gazes turning towards him. �You said you had something to show me at the
crime scene?�
Fred set the
vial down on the desk and rushed over to Gunn, tugging his arm so he was turned
towards the wall. �Look.�
�It�s the
shot-up wall,� Gunn said evenly. �I knew about that.�
�No, really look,�
Fred told him. �Look where those bullet holes are. Someone William�s height
didn�t make those. Someone the size of Mrs. Angelus did.�
Gunn crossed
his arms over his chest. �Which isn�t too surprising
considering she turned herself in right before I got here.�
Fred�s eyes
bulged. �What! But she didn�t do it either!�
Now it was
Gunn�s turn to look surprised. He�d figured the wife for the real perp the whole time and had been relieved when she�d turned
herself in, hoping he could get to the bottom of what had happened and deal
with it from there. But if she didn�t do it, and
William didn�t do it�
It was all
making his head hurt.
�Okay, why
don�t you think she did it?� Gunn asked.
�Because of the bullets. The tests came back from the lab and the ones
in the wall definitely don�t match the ones in the body. But they do match the
ones in the gun, which makes me think that Mrs. Angelus panicked and shot the
wall when she was fighting with her husband, but she didn�t check to see if he
was dead. He might have hit his head and gotten knocked out because I found
blood on the desk, but��
Gunn stopped
her, holding up a hand. If he was going to make sense of all of this, it needed
to come more slowly. �If she didn�t shoot her husband, then why is he dead?�
Fred�s mouth
snapped shut and her shoulders slumped. �I don�t know.�
�Maybe it was
the son.�
Fred and Gunn
turned towards Kate at her declaration. �How do you figure?� Gunn asked. �His
story�s got holes.�
Kate stepped
forward, joining the other two. �Okay, so his girlfriend comes over to his
place, beaten and freaking out, thinking she just shot her husband. He goes
over to see if he�s dead or not, finds him alive, things get heated, and the
son kills the father.�
�But why give
the false story?� Gunn asked.
�Because he
knows it�s false,� Kate replied. �I mean, it�s kind of crazy, but I�ve seen
people try weirder to beat a murder wrap. He confesses to a crime that he knows
we�re going to figure out is bogus. He brings us the wrong murder weapon after
getting rid of the real one, knowing we�re going to figure out the bullets
don�t match.�
�So what,
he�s trying to escape a murder rap by confusing the hell out of all of us?�
Gunn asked.
�Who else
could it be?� Kate asked, crossing her arms in front of her. �The only suspects
we have are the two of them. No one else was here that night, and Angelus certainly
didn�t shoot himself five times.�
�Unless
someone else was here,� Fred pointed out. �Did this guy have any
enemies?�
Gunn snorted.
�That�s putting it lightly. Three ex-wives, screwed over former business partners,
and a whole mess of people who just thought he was a jerk.�
�Well I read
about this thing one time where people investigating a crime get so caught up
on proving a certain suspect did it that they ignore the other possibilities,�
Fred said, talking so quickly Kate found herself having a hard time keeping up.
�Maybe we�re missing the big picture. I mean, yeah, William could�ve killed his
father and is trying to get away with it by giving a false confession to a
murder he actually did commit, but I think we need to be looking at other
people, too. And we need to find the gun that actually put the bullets into
Angelus.�
Kate and Gunn
both stared at Fred for a moment until she held up her hands. �Well? What do
y�all think?�
�I think we
need to start looking around,� Gunn replied. �Figure out if anyone else was
here. Did he have any security cameras, anything like that?�
Kate shook
her head. �We looked. He had an alarm, but it wasn�t tripped.�
�Telephone records!� At Fred�s loud outburst, Kate and Gunn both
blinked. �Well,� she began, her words quickly gaining speed again. �If the
alarms weren�t tripped, that means it was someone who Angelus let in, and no
one else but the wife lived here, so maybe it was someone he knew was coming.
And if he knew they were coming then��
�There
could�ve been a phone call,� Gunn finished for her, grinning as he said it.
�You�re one smart woman, you know that?�
Fred looked
down, blushing. �It�s nothin� really, I�m just thinkin� out loud. I mean, I could be wrong. Probably am.�
�No, you
could be on to something,� Kate said, a pensive look on her face. �I�ll look
into getting his phone records, both cell and land lines.�
�And I want
to talk to the kid again,� Gunn added. �See how he reacts to the wife turning
herself in. If I could get him to back off his story, maybe we�d have a better
chance at getting the real one.�
�And I�ll
take those blood and hair samples I scraped off the desk back to the lab,� Fred
said. �See if they belong to Angelus. It would be nice if they didn�t and
belonged to the murderer instead, but seein� as he
had that big ol� bump on his head when they brought
him in for autopsy, I don�t think I�m gonna get that
lucky.�
Plans laid, the three of them set out to see if they could get to
the bottom of what had really happened to Liam Angelus.

*** *** ***
�Good
afternoon, Mr. Angelus, I�m Charles Gunn, the Assistant District Attorney.�
From across
the table in the interrogation room, Spike looked Gunn in the eye. �Don�t call
me that. It�s Spike.�
The young
man�s eyes were hard, his expression blank.
That changed
with the next words out of Gunn�s mouth.
�Okay, Spike.
I was wondering if maybe you could explain something for me. Seems your
father�s wife came in this morning and confessed to a murder you claim to have
done.�
Spike paled,
swallowed hard. For a moment, he was completely silent, then
he started talking quickly. �She didn�t do it. I did it. I don�t know
why she�d even say she did it. Girl must be out of her mind, what with
everything that�s going on.�
Gunn decided
not to play his hand and tell Spike he was starting to suspect maybe neither
one of them did it. He wanted to see what he could get this boy to say, what
sort of truth he could pick from the lies.
Because by
this point, he knew he was lying � the question was just whether or not it was
to cover his own ass or Buffy�s.
�Come on,
Spike. You and I both know what you�re doing. You�re what, nineteen? Do you
have any idea how much you�ll be missing spending your life in here? There�s lots of other women out there. You don�t need to
throw your life away for this one.�
Spike�s gaze
locked back with Gunn�s, his eyes hardening again. �I did it. Not Buffy.�
In that
moment, Gunn realized he wasn�t going to get anywhere. He�d severely
underestimated the young man across from him, both in strength and
stubbornness.
�Are we done
here?� Spike asked, his voice level, detached.
Gunn nodded
and signaled to one of the officers standing guard. �Yeah, I think we are.�
Spike let
himself be led back to his cell without a word.

*** *** ***
The moment
Spike was shut in his cell again, the panic set in. What the hell was Buffy
thinking turning herself in?
He�d told her
not to. He�d told her to let him take the fall, let
him do this for her. He was strong; he could handle this.
She�d already
been through too much, suffered when she�d never deserved a moment of it. He needed
to do this for her, needed to spare her from more pain. She�d already
been in one hell because of Liam Angelus. She didn�t need to find herself in
another one now that he was gone.
He roared,
punched the wall, earning him a shout from the guard and a row of bloody
knuckles. Still, he did it again, before turning around and cursing at his
inability to do anything that wasn�t futile.
He�d known,
talking to the ADA, that the time he had
before they released him and kept Buffy in his stead was limited. There�d been
reason to doubt him from the beginning, and now that they had Buffy�s
confession, he knew the murder charges on him wouldn�t stick. What happened
from here on out would be out of his control. Buffy would be sent to prison and
he couldn�t stop it.
He felt
helpless.
Guilty.
He should�ve
worked harder on his confession, made it stronger, made his story stick. He
should�ve woken her up before he left, stressed to her the importance of
letting him do this. Looked her in the eyes and made her believe this was truly
how he wanted things to be. He should�ve made this work.
He hadn�t.
He�d failed
her.
She was the
only person in his life to love him and he�d failed her.
William sunk
down on the bunk, his head in his hands. He closed his eyes and all he could
see was her in a place like this. She�d fade away here. His bright, golden
goddess would pale without the sun.
She�d be
broken.
And William
didn�t think he�d know how to fix her.

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