Not Normal by Kate Bold

Author:Kate Bold [Bold, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kate Bold
Published: 2023-01-23T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The moment Camille stepped out of the car, she heard Nealon making retching noises in the back seat. “Ah Jesus, get him out of there, quick . . .”

Palmer moved swiftly, opening the back door on the driver’s side—where Nealon had been leaning during the entire trip back to the same station where the fingerprint search had been conducted. As soon as the door was opened, Nealon tottered over, nearly falling right out of the car. He puked in the parking lot, and when he was done, he began that irritating giggling noise under his breath again.

Disgusted, tired, and clearly at his wits end, Palmer led Nealon into the station. Camille followed behind, noticing that some of the cop cars that had set the net up around Nealon’s block were also turning into the lot. They got him into the building and into an interrogation room without any trouble, though they’d attracted a lot of interest from the cops in the building. After a flurry of cops telling them to just speak up if they needed anything, they made it into the interrogation room with Nealon.

On their way in, Palmer quickly called out over his shoulder, “Can someone get us a bottle of water?”

Once Nealon was seated, he took off the hat he’d been wearing the entire time and chucked it on the floor. He then ran a hand through his greasy, greying air and looked to them with red, amused eyes. Some of the absolute clueless nature he’d displayed at his house was still there, but she could also see some anger in his drunken expression.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve been in an interrogation room,” he said. The word interrogation seemed to give his booze-addled tongue a bit of a hard time.

“We know,” Camille said. “It’s one of the reasons we’re so interested in speaking with you. Do you think you can hold a conversation right now?”

Nealon only nodded. Camille wasn’t too sure she believed this. She hoped he’d start to sober up quickly, not sure if anything he might say would even be admissible, given his drunken stupor. As Camille tried to think of the best way to direct the interrogation, there was a knock at the door. One of the cops that had asked if they needed help delivered the bottle of water Palmer had asked for. Palmer took it, uncapped it, and placed it on the table in front of Nealon. He took it eagerly and started to chug from it but slowed almost at once, switching to a sipping method—likely to make sure he didn’t end up throwing up again.

“Look,” he said, when he was done drinking. He wiped his mouth with the back of his arm and eyed them almost apologetically. “I really am sorry as hell about the gun. I was just sitting there and then all of a sudden someone is knocking on my door early in the morning. I was drunk—am drunk—and I freaked out. When I realized it was the cops or the FBI or whatever, I put the shot in the ceiling.

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