30. Serving Justice

                                    

                                          
Detective Grant's Point of View: 
I stand outside the interrogation room where my ex-boss sat ready to lie his ass out of trouble. I lost my family and best friend behind some shit I don't even understand. 
My wife and best friend were investigating Elliot sleazy ass and my daughter got caught in the crossfire. 
All while I trusted that man, I thought he had my back, and he was plotting my downfall the entire time. 
"Listen, Grant, this may be hard for you to hear; we are going to question him about Nora and your partner." Luis says, and I chuckle to compose my anger. 
"Fuck that Luis I want to know why he did it, why kill a little girl who didn't know anything about what us adults were doing?" I say as anger flowed through me. 
"I know, but I can't have you in interrogation while you are this heated." Luis says and I nod. 
"I want that bastard to fry, so do what you got to do. I will stand here." I say to him as Paul joins him in the interrogation room. The director stands next to me as we listen to this scumbag's testimony. 
"Elliot Franklin, you are looking at some hard time for a long time, my friend..." Luis says as they begin the interrogation. 
"Man fuck you, I want my advocate and lawyer." He says and I grip my hand as he said the magic words that could get him out of here. 
"That would have been the secret out of here, Franklin...if you were not being treated as a traitor to your country." Paul says, and I look in the room, surprised. 
"What?!!" He slams his hand on the table. 
"You fucked up Elliot, as a former decorated officer of our beautiful military you killed two U.S espionage spies, who were committed to keeping our country safe, you worked with not one but three foreign enemies of state and committed numerous heinous acts all while holding a government position. You, sir, committed the most offensive act, and that is treason, you and your brother are traitors. Now you don't get any United States representation, just be happy you are not being waterboarded yet." Paul says, making me grin. 
"Fuck you! You patriotic fucks...this goes against my humane rights!" The scum bag yells, and I finally felt that dark part of yourself that relished in others misery.
"You got two options Franklin...You give up your brother and the two of you can serve your sentence in solitude under my iron fist, or you sit on my death row circuit racking up every crime your brother commits on the outside. He will see death quick and swiftly, and you will be torture like the poor souls you trafficked for another government's regime and prosperity!! And that is a direct order from the big guy up top, too." Paul says, and I am shocked.
Our political branches have never ordered something this harsh in the history of my career. Those two must have gone way too far. 
Farther than I thought initially, either way, I want them all to pay for my family's death as well as my best-friend.
"Oh, is he mad, that finally a black man, no scratch that, Successful black men were able to finesse what they been doing to our people for years. Retribution doesn't feel nice. Does it? You will never be able to defeat Elijah, so why don't I send you all to an early grave. Good luck finding your maker!!" He snickered pissing me off. 
"You just fucked up Elliot, Boys take him to the black site." Paul says to these SWAT looking officers who dragged that pitiful scum out of the interrogation room. 
"We will get something out of him soon Grant I know it." The director says as Luis and Paul join us in the hall. 
"It doesn't matter, he won't talk. That scum bastard would rather be torture or die than to give any information up. I see that now; our main focus needs to be finding that asshole Elijah and get him to the black site too!" I say to them as we make it to the director's office.