Chapter 5: Under Suspicion
The next day, police cruisers lined the curb, blue lights flashing, reflections dancing in the bakery windows. Neighbors peeked from behind curtains as officers filed in. Natalie wiped her hands on her apron, shoulders squared.
I called the neighbors for support. Soon, a crowd gathered, their presence making the police uneasy. “We’re just here to support a mother, officer!” Mr. Sanders said, spatula in hand.
Big Mike banged his fists on the counter. “Why are you coming after the victim instead of the murderer?”
A senior officer, badge worn and faded, stepped forward, fiddling with his wedding ring as he addressed us. “We have to follow the law. The case was closed according to the rules.”
Mr. Sanders pushed back. “Funny how the law works when it wants to.” The crowd murmured, grievances bubbling up.
Natalie calmed everyone. “Thank you all for looking out for me, but Lily’s death wasn’t the police’s fault. They found the murderer quickly. Please, everyone, go home and don’t interfere.”
She played her part well, presenting as the grateful, cooperative citizen. Empathy softened the officers’ postures as Natalie poured coffee, her hands steady.
The senior officer handed her a card: Detective Tom Warren, Homicide Unit. He had a gentle Southern accent and wore his badge like a burden. “I was there when we looked for Lily. I’m sorry for your loss. But today we’re here about Caleb.”
He explained Caleb’s parents had reported him missing and, given the previous conflict, police needed to ask Natalie questions. But the tension in the room was unmistakable—this was more than a welfare check.
I braced myself, ready to call a lawyer. But Natalie stayed cool, her practiced answers calm. Then she surprised us all: “That’s right, I killed him. Take me away.”
Her voice was flat, almost serene. The room froze, every officer staring. Detective Warren blinked, pen hovering above his notepad.