121 Mommy Fell Asleep (1/2)

”They will ask you terrible questions that you shouldn't have to answer, Evie. I am not going to make you go through that, do you understand me?” he asked, patting her shoulder.

”What could they probably ask?” I retorted. I was not displeased in the least for not being called on, but I was curious about what they could ask.

”They will ask about your father and your lack of initiative in escaping,” I remembered the conversation I had with the students in Sebastian's class and frowned. ”They will talk about how you had to choose between your own life and others and discredit your authority as an interrogator. I can't let that happen,” he said softly.

”Will my lack of license be a problem?” I asked, my brows scrunched in confusion. Nash shook his head.

”No, you applied for it long ago and as Sebastian's assistant, you would be legally allowed to sit in. You just have to produce your contract with Sebastian for it to be valid.”

I shook my head. ”I can't imagine why the defense would want to question me about a past where I was clearly the victim.”

”Law is a twisted thing,” Nash made a disgusted face. ”Lawyers twist it so beautifully that the judges let criminals go on a small wording made by the prosecution.”

I shook my head. ”Like?”

”Well, I can't give you an example, but the lawyer who was hired used to be a public defender before he quit and started his independent law firm. Very famous in the circles and never loses any cases.”

”What kind of mystical being is he?”

”Completely wretched. He will do just about anything for profit, if you ask me.” He shook his head. ”I used to like him a few years ago when he started out, but the past two years, he has been a headache to work with. He keeps coming by the police station and demanding information. And lord knows how he gets people to talk to him and be influenced by him.”

My eyes shot open. ”And how did you say he got the Magician cases information?” I asked. Nash shrugged.

”The family told us that they had hired him. Apparently, he approached them.”

”I will need to meet him but do you think he is involved with the accomplice in any way?” I asked.

”Don't go about speculating such things!” Nash whispered. ”He is very popular at the station and if he hears your speculation, he will burst out into flames and charge you. The man sues for a living and he sure has fun doing it.”

”He has sued people before?” Nash shook his head.

”Not for himself. But after he wins cases, he sues the government back. The judges are scared of him at this point.” Nash sighed.

”You sound scared of him too!” I was surprised.

”And you never used your gut you investigate what he is up to? Sounds like he is giving you serial killer vibes,” I joked. How I wished that wasn't the case. ”So, will I get to see him during the trial?” I asked as I sipped on my steaming hot tea.

Nash nodded. ”You sure will. The guy has presence in the courtroom. You can't look away from him.” Charming, too.

”Guess I will be attending to cheer you on. I will depend on you to put that sick bastard behind the bars!” I waved.

- - - -

Two days later, I met the man in question.

They had received an emergency call and rushed over to the location because they were close by. When Nash and I entered the house, there was dead silence. We searched through the room, following behind the armed police officers.

Finally, in the bedroom, we found a woman lying on the bed with a stab in her chest. She was laying sideways but you could see the blood profusely seeping out of her wound.

I rushed forward and checked her. She was barely breathing.

”She is breathing!” I called. ”Where is the ambulance!” I shouted.

”On its way,” Nash called. He was crouching down beside a young boy who was curled up in the corner. He looked like he was in shock and shivering profusely. I pressed my finger to her wrist and realized that her heartbeat was barely there. Her breathing had stopped as well.

I panicked but still called one of the cops over. ”Do you have the emergency services on call?” I asked.

”Yes, Miss Lewis,” he replied. I took the phone from him and pressed it to my ear. ”Hello. The victim has a stab wound to her chest and seems to be bleeding profusely. Her heart is about to stop beating and her breathing has stopped as well. What should I do?” I tried to remain as calm as possible.

The static voice came from the other side.

”How is the bleeding?” the person asked.

”A lot,” I replied. ”They are on their side, so the blood is not pooling inside the body and resulting in internal bleeding and shock for now.” There was silence.