Chris was in a bad way. When the EMTs showed up at Sean's apartment, so did the NYPD and, given that he was the only one there with an unconscious girl on the group with strangle marks and evidence of being attacked, he was cuffed and put in the back of a squad car. While Arabella was on her way to the hospital, he was on his way to lockup as a suspect in attempted murder - a crime he didn't commit, but he couldn't tell them the truth either. If he told them a mutant broke in and attacked, he'd be found out as one and then the MRD would come for him; he didn't need nor want that attention.
The interrogation was painful. They accused him of breaking in and trying to force her into sex when things got out of hand. Despite his telling them that he was already there and someone else attacked her, they obviously didn't believe him. He was sitting in a small dim room with one table and two chairs, one of which was occupied by a detective and the other by Chris himself. The mirror on the wall was two-way and if not for the cuffs on his hands chaining him to the table, Chris would have his arms crossed out of habit.
"I was just trying to help her - I didn't do this! I've told you this, I don't know how many times already: she let me in, I fell asleep watching television and when I woke she was being attacked. I tried to save her! I wouldn't hurt her like that." Though he recapped what had really happened, the detective didn't seem moved at all and shook his head.
"Mmhmm... well your prints are all over her, Mr. Knowles, and we've got you booked on attempted murder with breaking and entering - you're looking at thirty years for this... and if that girl dies... life. We'll let you think on it and I'll be back."
"You've got the wrong person! The one that did this is still out there and she won't stop," he exclaimed as the detective walked out of the room leaving him in there alone. The man didn't care about what he said. The NYPD had him pegged as the assailant and the DA would likely agree. He was in a bad spot and could only hope Arabella would be okay. He'd failed yet another person that depended on him for safety. In his frustration, the lights of the NYPD precinct flickered erratically while he cupped his hands around his face.
The interrogation was painful. They accused him of breaking in and trying to force her into sex when things got out of hand. Despite his telling them that he was already there and someone else attacked her, they obviously didn't believe him. He was sitting in a small dim room with one table and two chairs, one of which was occupied by a detective and the other by Chris himself. The mirror on the wall was two-way and if not for the cuffs on his hands chaining him to the table, Chris would have his arms crossed out of habit.
"I was just trying to help her - I didn't do this! I've told you this, I don't know how many times already: she let me in, I fell asleep watching television and when I woke she was being attacked. I tried to save her! I wouldn't hurt her like that." Though he recapped what had really happened, the detective didn't seem moved at all and shook his head.
"Mmhmm... well your prints are all over her, Mr. Knowles, and we've got you booked on attempted murder with breaking and entering - you're looking at thirty years for this... and if that girl dies... life. We'll let you think on it and I'll be back."
"You've got the wrong person! The one that did this is still out there and she won't stop," he exclaimed as the detective walked out of the room leaving him in there alone. The man didn't care about what he said. The NYPD had him pegged as the assailant and the DA would likely agree. He was in a bad spot and could only hope Arabella would be okay. He'd failed yet another person that depended on him for safety. In his frustration, the lights of the NYPD precinct flickered erratically while he cupped his hands around his face.