The Witching Snakes pt 7
The police continue to interrogate Paul. Paul visits the duplex and finds ruin. Agatha and Paul break up
“You know, I wish I knew who told you fuckpuppets to blame a demon named Agatha. You aren't the first witness to name her. You aren't even the first one to give that address. We've sent officers. It's a condemned building. They even went inside looking for squatters.”
“No," said Paul.
The officer sat on the other side of the table. He folded his arms. Scratched his nose. The fluorescent light exposed pock marks and lines. Paul laughed. The detective looked incredibly ugly.
“Do you want to change your statement?"
“What else happened?” said Paul.
“You tell us.”
“I don't know what you're talking about," said Paul. His skin creeped around his bones. "What happened?"
Five hours later, his dad posted bail. Agatha had been on the person of interest lists for so long that the police had stopped believing in her, especially when the suspects kept giving an address where ivy crawled into the windows and the roof tossed off shingles. The detectives found sunken foundation, broken stairs, a boiler that hadn't worked since the Carter administration. Most units were too dilapidated for squatters. They found a dead man in one; he remained John Doe.
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