River of Lies by Sammy King Page B

policeman.
    “They are at the station, helping us with inquiries” the policeman said.
    “Take me, Dad, please”
    He looked past into the kitchen, where Tilly still sat her face buried into the tea towel, he frowned, and then looked back down at me, and smoothed my hair.
    “Ok, we’ll go” he said.
    The drive into the police station, was a short trip, Dad held my hand the whole way, my head was reeling, tears flowed torrentially down my face, and I couldn’t control them.  When we got to the police station, Dad went up to the front bench and explained who we were and what we needed. The police lady, who I remembered from the day my mum died, Sergeant Renee Miller, eyed Dad suspiciously and told us to take a seat.  We sat there for what felt like forever, when she finally came back she asked us to follow her. She led us into a little room, with a desk, three chairs and a tape recorder. She sat down across the desk from us.
    “What was Dylan doing with Michael and Shelly?” she asked.
    “Swimming” I said.
    “In April?”
    I shrugged, that’s what they told me they were doing, why would they lie to me?
    “Was Dylan a regular drug user?”
    I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, Dylan was a good guy. I rubbed the tears from my eyes that were quickly turning from tears of sadness to tears of anger.
    “Dylan never used drugs, not ever” I shouted.
    Sergeant Renee sat back in her chair and frowned at me, she waved her hand to tell me to calm down.  Dad reached over and squeezed my hand.
    “I’m sorry” I said as I lowered my head and looked at my hands.
    “It’s ok, I know that this hard, and I’m sorry that I have to ask you these questions Mon, but we need to find out what happened” she said.
    I nodded, I knew that she was doing her job, but I didn’t want her to think that Dylan was some sort of scum like Michael and Shelly, or my mum.
    “How did Dylan know Michael and Shelly?”
    “He met them through Tilly, my sister, his girlfriend” I said quietly.
    Sergeant Renee looked shocked again.
    “So he was still her boyfriend?”
    A fresh batch of tears fell down my face as I nodded my head, Dad squeezed my hand tight again, and I touched my belly instinctively. I wondered what this anguish was doing to the baby and whether the baby could hear what was going on. I tried to calm my emotions so as not to upset the baby any more than I had. Dad touched my hand that I had rested on my belly, I looked up at him, and he frowned, his eyes bored in to mine. I looked down at the table, and heard him sigh.
    “Well just wait here a minute and we will work out what’s going on” Sergeant Renee said.  She stood and walked out the room closing the door quietly behind her.
    “Mon are you pregnant?” Dad said.
    I didn’t take my eyes off the table, a single tear falling down my cheek.
    “Oh baby” he said as he pulled me close. “Dylan’s?”
    I nodded; there was no point in hiding it, not with Dylan dead.
    “Did Dylan tell Tilly?”
    I shook my head, Dad sighed, and pulled me in close to his chest, tears silently flowed down my face and onto his chest. He didn’t say anything else, he just held me until the Sergeant Renee came back in.
    “Michael is going to be held here over night, but we are going to take Shelly home. I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to speak to her just yet, I think the best thing you can both do is go home and try to rest.” She said.
    I had no intention of resting, I wanted to know what was going on, and I wanted to know how Michael and Shelly could let him die.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eleven.
    The house was dark when we got home Dad came around to my door, and opened it for me as he took my hand. He guided me up the front step and through the door. The house was silent, Tilly’s door was shut tight, I went to open the door, but Dad caught my hand and shook his head. I dropped my head, and went up to my room.
    I hadn’t