Privileged Murder

Four

I sat there glancing between my phone, watch and the door to the station, it was nearing 2 pm and I had yet to see a single one of my officers walk through with our man, nor have I even heard from any of them. Still, it's only 13:57, they have plenty of time, to be completely honest they should've been back a lot earlier, I gave them 3 and a half hours to do a job that takes 2hrs 10 max.

* Coming out of my cage and I've been doing just fine, gotta gotta be down because I want it all, it started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss*

My phone rang loudly on my lap, yes my ringtone is Mr Brightside, I did it as a joke when I lost a bet with Zayn but no one can deny its an absolute banger so I decided to keep it. The name that flashed on the screen was 'Payno' I quickly answered 

'Yo, what's going on? You should've been back ages ago' 

'I know, I know, I'm in the car following Maxi's, he's got our guy in the back of his'

'Great, ETA?' 

'Literally coming round the corner, you'll see us in a minute'

'Cool, the interview room is all ready, was there any problems?'

'Not from the Tomlinson guy there wasn't..' 

'Who from then?'

'His lawyers'

'WHAT! You gave him access to a brief?! We call lawyers after he's down at the station'

'We didn't give him access to anything, we happened to walk in on a meeting he was having with his personal lawyers, when they asked what was going on we couldn't exactly lie, we had to state his rights in front of them anyway'

'Shit, okay then, so what's going on with them?'

'Ones in the car with him and Maxi, the other is following behind me, we're pulling in now. Prepare yourself mate, they're snobby, upper-class twats but they're smart, he's smart, they know the laws and he knows his rights, he won't cooperate easily'

'Right, Thanks'

*BEEP*BEEP*CALL*TERMINATED*

I looked at my watch, 13:59, bingo, right on schedule. Preparing myself for the snobby, tweed-wearing dickhead about to walk through the doors I closed my eyes, took three deep breaths and looked up, that's when I saw him.

'Him' being possibly the most attractive man I have ever seen in my life. FUCK. He was gorgeous, chiselled jaw, defined cheekbones, the intense hourglass figure that most girls would dream about, and I bet it was all-natural as well, and then was the contact, only eye contact but still, piercing blue eyes meet my green and I was star stunned for a few seconds and he hadn't even walked through the doors yet. The best way I could explain it was like a scene from Mean Girls, he strolled through in, what had to be, a designer suit with sunglasses hung off his pocket with two guys walking directly behind him (almost like bodyguards) they had stern faces and he had a straight face, he meant business I could tell.  The eye contact returned and he smirked, FUCKING SMIRKED AT ME 

Pull your shit together, you're not a 16-year-old girl at a concert or some shit, why you drooling over him for. Do your job, you can find him and drool over him later.

Shit yeah, my job, good point. The next thing that happened I could never have predicted, this mystery greek god took less than two steps inside the building before his entourage was being pushed to the side and a firm hand came down on his shoulder. Who the fuck thought they had the power, nee, the audacity to touch someone like him with that much force. I followed the hand, up the wrist, to the forearm, Shit I know those tattoos, towards the rolled-up sleeves to Liam's stern face looking back at me. FUCK.