Chapter 33: Inside Out

SFPD Inspector Samuel Kruse leads the investigation into the murder of Abel Erikson, with Zeno Eliot an artist and painter who was in a relationship with Abel Erikson, Ahab's brother, as a person of interest the case. Zeno is also dating and in love Travis Weatherford.

In the same austere interrogation room at the Hall of Justice where Travis had recently faced questioning, Zeno now sat with a cup of coffee brought by Inspector Kruse. 

"Thank you, Inspector," he said, taking a sip.

Inspector Kruse nodded and sat down. "I've been a police inspector for nearly twenty years. I've seen a lot, but this case with so many red herrings baffle me. Let's get to the point. Why was Ahab Erikson there? My findings show he had a Trespass Warrant and wasn’t allowed on that property."

Zeno hesitated before speaking. "I know."

"You also know you have the right to remain silent, and that anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law."

"Am I under arrest?"

"No, you are not under arrest. However, you are a person of interest in the investigation of the shooting of Ahab Erikson. If you would like, we can proceed with your lawyer present. It is your right."

The inspector's calm, authoritative presence put Zeno at ease, despite the gravity of the situation. "I have nothing to hide," he said, his voice steady. "I trust you, Inspector Kruse.” The words came easily, but they carried a deeper weight than mere honesty. He admired Kruse's dedication and integrity, qualities that set him apart from other men he had known.

There was a subtle magnetism about the inspector—his confidence, his penetrating gaze, and the way he commanded respect. Kruse's African American heritage, combined with his professionalism, made him even more compelling in Zeno's eyes as he struggled to mask the feelings that simmered beneath the surface. His attraction to Kruse was undeniable, yet he knew that now was not the time to indulge in such thoughts. He forced himself to maintain a composed exterior, aware that any hint of his true emotions could complicate the investigation.

Yet, try as he might, his eyes betrayed him. They lingered for a moment too long on Inspector Kruse's face, taking in the strong jawline, the focused expression, the subtle hints of warmth behind the stern facade. His heart raced, and he perspired, hoping Kruse wouldn't detect his attraction, though he was undeniably smitten.

Inspector Kruse leaned back in his chair, studying Zeno's expression. "Trust is a fragile thing,” he said, aiming to maintain Zeno’s trust, “especially when you're staring down the barrel of your own secrets.”  There was a silent recognition in Kruse's eyes, acknowledging their unspoken connection beyond Zeno’s self-portrait well-hung in Kruse’s bedroom.

Zeno felt the pressure of uncertainty. He considered contacting Zaide, Abel’s attorney. Kruse, whom he mentally referred to as Sammie due to his pleasant demeanor, had assured him that he was only a person of interest. Being labeled a 'suspect' meant intense scrutiny and close monitoring of his actions and communications. He realized he must be cautious, as anything could be used against him. The possibility of a legal battle and the need for a criminal attorney defense weighed on his mind. "Thank you, Inspector," Zeno said sincerely. "I want to cooperate fully, but this situation is stressful."

 “I appreciate your honesty,” Kruse said, ever observant of Zeno’s fleeting glances, “but I need to make sure we're clear on everything. This is a serious matter, and I want to ensure we have all the facts straight." He paused, taking a sip of his own coffee before adding, "Now, let's go over what happened on Christmas Eve, step by step."

The room was cold, the hum of the fluorescent lights echoing in the silence when Zeno began his half-truths, his voice barely above a whisper as the memory of Ahab's threats replayed in his mind.  The door creaked open, and Detective Lorna Crockett stepped in, her sharp eyes scanning the room. She was known for her no-nonsense attitude and keen intuition and today was no different.