The Prime Suspect

[Bobbi]

He was a prime suspect. In the early morning hours, there were no witnesses to back Solomon's claims that he had not done the deed of harming his sister. His outrage was ignored, and Ureala would not know of his arrest except for within the Force. They'd asked Solomon to step outside, a few more hours having passed since the initial interrogation within Ureala's room. Sentry had been posted outside her door, and should either Jay or Sol have to leave the room they were escorted by CorSec detail until they returned.

They had been told it was for their own protection. That was only a half-truth. Solomon was now learning the entire truth behind having the escorts. He'd stepped out of the room, bade to follow by the investigator that had entered early to ask them questions. The moment the door had slid shut behind him, the stun-cuffs were snapped around his wrists.

He could have fought back, he wanted to fight back. But fighting back would not prove anything but his guilt for a matter he did not have any part in. His head swooped, hanging down beneath his shoulders as he listened to the CorSec officers speak. There were at least four of them surrounding him, each holding onto his arms, using just enough force that implied they were ready in case he did decide to fight them off.

"You have the right to remain silent, and refuse to answer questions. Anything you say must be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak with an attorney before speaking with law enforcement, and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you before any questioning if you so wish. If you decide to answer questions now without an attorney present you will still have the right to stop answering at any time until you talk to an attorney. Knowing and understanding your rights as I have explained them to you, are you willing to answer my questions without an attorney present?"

A deep breath rolled through Solomon as the officer stopped talking. He was resigned to this, to the fact that he would not be out from behind bars to protect his family; it was a scary thought. One that he disliked greatly. But, there was nothing he could do. They'd force him to be a sitting duck, they'd take away his weapons, lock him in a cell and hold him there to count down the hours until their family's attacker came to kill him. He hoped there would be a break in the case before then. He nodded, and within moments was whisked away to CorSec for further questioning, and processing.

[Bobbi]

CorSec:
Setting in a poorly lit holding cell. One table. Two chairs. The detective sat across from Solomon Tekal. The young man in stun cuffs and bolted to the floor. The Jedi would not be able to move around much if he had a fit of anger. "So tell me Sol. Why did you attack your sister then Kill your own twin brother?"

Tekal:
Sol sat, shoulders drooping forward, head down. He'd been silent, dealing with the weight that rested on his shoulders. He was a Jedi, a Force Healer. He shouldn't be put through things like this -- his family shouldn't have been suffering as they were. When the detective spoke, Sol looked up at him slowly. "I didn't harm anyone."

CorSec:
"You keep telling me that. But we have a dead body....struck down with a lightsaber. And your sister. Also harmed with a lightsaber. There are not to many of people walking around with these weapons. And not to many that can attack a Jedi. So unless you can give us more then a man came back from the dead after killing your mother to finish the rest of you off. I'm going to have to keep you as my prime suspect. I just don;t have the motive down yet. Anger in your brother for being better? Holding you back as the weak link in the family? And your sister? Threaten her life? Hurt her to keep her quiet? Or she just loves you a lot. What is it son?"

Tekal:
"I didn't harm them." He insisted, nearly shouting at the detective. After a moment, Sol calmed himself, breathing deeply into the Force. "Look, detective, the man who killed Darien... I talked to him. He said that we had two days and then he would be back. Two days to mourn the death of my brother -- my twin. I'd never hurt my own family. When your men found me, I was sitting by Ureala's bed side, working to help her through the Force. I'm a healer, detective. It's what I do..."

CorSec:
"Well son. One of two things is going to happen. You stay here in custody and the attack shows himself in two days and he take him into custody for murder and attempted muder. And you get to go back to your family. Or two days pass and nothing happens and we work to get a confession out of you. If not you will go on trail. And most likely get the death sentence."

Tekal:
The look he gave the detective was a hard one, "Do you honestly believe that you can protect my family against a Force User? You better be prepared to have more then four men standing outside their door, at all hours of the day. Do you believe your budget can handle the amount of security it would take to secure a family with a history like our's?"

CorSec:
"It's what we do boy. I think we can handle one of your kind. Even if there is someone else."

Tekal:
"I hope so, detective. For the sake of your men, and for the sake of my family."