Free RedZone by Timia Williams Page B

the investigation. After speaking with Trey he wanted to know more about the night Bryce died, since she was the last to see him alive.
      He asked around campus about Sevynn for almost 20 minutes. Finally someone coming out of the library told him she didn’t live on campus but the apartments were on 5 minutes away.
    Just as the student at the library said it took him  a little under 5 minutes. He rang the intercom for the front desk.
    “Yes?” An older sounding voice spoke through the speaker.
    “Yes, ma’am, I’m Detective Hart from PPD, I am looking for a Sevynn Baker?” He responded. He then was buzzed in.
    “Sir, I haven’t seen her this afternoon.” The woman immediately began conversation as the Detective walked in the door.
    “Would you mind if I went up to knock on her door?” He asked politely.
    “Is she in any trouble because I don’t want touble in my building?” The woman spoke quickly and defensively.
    “No ma’am, just have to ask her some questions about the incident that took place in October.”
    “Oh with that boy?” The woman said with a bit sass as if she was bothered by the murder. “All this investigating, he probably just commited suicide!”
    “I doubt that ma’am.” Detective Hart chuckled at the old woman’s conclusion. “Room number?”
    “Room 407.” She pointed him in the direction of the elevator.
    “Thank you!” He said and smiled politely at the woman.
      Sevynn’s apartment was right there as he stepped off of the elevator. He could here the sound of the television mumbling behind the door. He first knocked with a few taps on the door. But after 30 seconds he knocked harder. Still no answer. He listened with his ear to the door. He wanted to see if he could hear movement in the apartment. None.
    “Any luck?” The old woman chirped.
    “No, no luck. Can you do me a favor?” He asked pulling out his business card and handing it to her. “Could you give this to Sevynn when she gets in. Tell her to give me a call.
    ***
      Trey walked over to the Learning Center to look for Angel. He asked a few people if he had seen him. “Yeah he’s in the rec room.” Someone pointed out. Trey looked through the small glass window on the rec room door. Angel sat in the room alone with only half of the room’s lights on and the television on CSC. Trey tapped on the door while welcoming himself in.
    “Angel.” He called out and then cleared his throat. He looked up on the screen and it was a replay of his interview.
    “What?” Angel said low almost a mumble.
    “Look man, I want to apologize abou-”
    “You see this dickhead on T.V.?” Angel cut him off speaking to an invisible person in the room.
    “So you not going to let me apologize?” Trey asked getting angry. Angel put the T.V. on mute and faced Trey.
    “This person, this asshole, this arrogant son-of-a -bitch on this screen...that ain’t you man.” Angel said looking Trey in the eyes.
    Trey looked up at the screen. He saw that it was him but didn’t recognize himself. He walked towards Angel and sat on the chair beside him.
    “Look, I’m sorry for my behavior.”
    “What you apologizing to me for? Apologize to yourself. Apologize to Bryce.”
    Trey put his head down and began to sob. It surprised Angel. He hesitated to reach out to Trey but he could see the tears were real and coming from a dark place. “Yo Trey. My bad about what I said that day.” Angel said patting his chest with one hand and Trey’s shoulder with the other.
    “It’s cool. I was being a prick. I had to come talk to you face to face.” Trey said wiping his tears with his hoodie. Angel laughed in agreement. They hugged each other in forgiveness.
    “I was going to call you but I lost my phone, so I didn’t have your number.”
    “It’s cool man, hey, I wasn’t expecting you to reach out at all.”
    ***
      Detective Hart sat in his car. He stared at his notes from the last few weeks. “Something is still missing!” He