| [ |
mood |
| |
 surprised |
] |
------ Non Journal Entry ------
Kris was currently engaged in a staring match. This match had lasted a few hours and neither woman had any intention of looking away. So far, Kris had gotten into two fights and set two women straight and saved them some money on dental costs. She was dirty, she was angry and she was fed up of being caged. Being locked behind bars did funny things to Slayers. Every night since her arrest, Kris had watched on as the sun had set. And every night she had felt a deep unexplainable ache all because she wasn't out in the cool night air doing what she knew that she should be doing.
As the other woman tipped her head to one side, Kris followed her. Mimicking her actions perfectly. Her body leaned forward as her booted feet came to rest against the ground. Her arms slid across the top of her thighs and scraggly pieces of her hair fell over her eyes. Neither woman said anything, both daring the other to look away. The rest of Kris' cellmates hadn't moved since this staring match had begun. No-one dared to. Most women had enough sense to see that Kris was running on very low patience and a hell of a lot of rage.
" Michaels!" A gruff voice started from the front of the cell. Kris exhaled a breath as she was forced to look away. Her eyes came to rest on Roger and she felt a brief flash of guilt as her eyes picked up on the bandage around his one arm." You've got a visitor." He spoke again.
Kris lifted an eyebrow at Roger. She wondered who had enough authority to get past the pit bulls otherwise known as Roger and his fellow cops. So far, they had refused her any phone calls and all visitors. Very slowly, Kris got to her feet and walked to the locked door. She stopped in front of the bars and glanced through them at Roger. As her eyes met his, he looked away and pulled open the door." Walk." He said very simply.
She did as told. Kris stepped out of her cell and began walking and she was soon led into another interrogation room. But instead of Roger taking the seat in front of her, he shut the door after her and Kris' eyes came to fall on a young dark haired man. She noted his expensive suit, the briefcase and finally the shiny shoes. This guy had to be a lawyer. He stood as she entered and a warm smile slid across his face." I'm assuming you would be Kris?"
" Nice assumption." She replied with a brief smirk.
The man extended his hand out towards her." My name is Michael Logan. A fellow by the name of Hayden enlisted my services on your behalf."
The moment he mentioned Hayden's name, Kris' guard fell and she stepped forward to take Michael's hand." Good to meet you." She gripped his hand before shaking it quite firmly.
Michael lifted an eyebrow at the tight grip." Hm, that's no ordinary handshake." He murmured thoughtfully before he gestured for Kris to take a seat. Kris did just that, she settled herself in the chair provided for her. This one was made of metal she randomly noted." Let me take a wild stab in the dark here, Slayer?" Michael asked as his hands pulled open his briefcase and several papers were removed from within.
Kris lifted both eyebrows as he guessed right. How did he know about Slayers? But then again, this guy had to be his own brand of special if Hayden trusted him with her welfare. Michael couldn't help but chuckle at the startled look on Kris' face." It's quite alright Kris, I've been filled in on everything but I will need to ask a few questions."
She nodded her head." Sure, go for it." Her eyes shot to the glass and she recalled her moment of anger but it was soon forgotten as she refocused her gaze on the man sat opposite from her.
" Right, you work at the Bellagio and this man was found in the back alley at your place of work. What I need to know is what you recall about that day? The very same day you were seen running from the crime scene." Michael looked up at her and fixed her with his hazel gaze.
Kris sighed softly." I don't know.." She shook her head before she moved her fingers to rub at her temples." I remember going to work, I remember being on my own for most of my shift. Theo and Ben kept vanishing on me. And then.." She trailed off as she struggled to remember anything past those very simple things.
Michael picked up on a few things most other people wouldn't." Theo and Ben are your workmates? And you say they vanished on you?"
She nodded her head." Yeah, I have no idea where they went or what they did. All I know was they kept disappearing. Theo's been acting funny anyways but just recently, it's like everything's one big secret." Kris caught herself rambling and she shot Michael an apologetic look.
He chuckled and shook his head." No need to apologise. The more you can tell me, the better chance we have." He flicked through a case report he had managed to get his hands on and he tutted under his breath." I really don't see why they are holding you. All they have is circumstantial evidence and the search on the house brought up nothing."
Kris shrugged her shoulders and muttered." It might have something to do with the pissy fit I threw when Roger started calling me names." At this point, she quirked one eyebrow.
Michael bit back a snicker." Yes I did notice the bandage. Man appears to be quite sore about it." He put his folders away and shook his head." They really have no right to hold you any longer than twenty four hours. That time by my reckoning is now up. I'll get you out of here by six o clock today. How does that sound to you?"
" It sounds pretty good." Kris answered with something akin to relief in her voice. All she wanted to do was get out of jail. She wanted to go home, she wanted to take a shower and then she wanted to find Hayden." Is Dominick still here?"
Michael nodded his head." He is. He's spent most of his time arguing with the officers."
Kris looked a little surprised." I never knew Dominick had it in him." She flexed her hand, the same one she had bruised when she had delivered a punch to her fellow inmate's jaw." Could you do me a favour? Let him know that I'll be out soon and I would really appreciate a lift home."
The lawyer stood to close his briefcase." I will and don't worry about anything Kris, everything will be a-okay." He took her hand again and gave it another firm shake before he left the room. Briefcase clasped in one hand and coat over his other arm. Kris watched him go before her hands lifted to run through her hair. She closed her eyes and she released a long held breath." I love the men in my life." This was said with a slight laugh at the end. Things seemed to have this way of just happening and Kris would take the good along with the bad.
Michael hurried through the police station and as he stepped outside the police station. A voice spoke from the shadows behind him." We really must talk, Mister Logan."
|
thankful
contemplative