Blood Bandits

25.

I stared at Damon in shock and Kenny stared at him in confusion. The officers outside the door carried the expressions of agitation.

"We tried to stop him but he said that he was her lawyer. We had to let him through." One of them spoke half in a daze.

Kenny looked at me, "You're dating your lawyer?"

I frowned and shook my head. "What? No I nev-"

Damon slammed his briefcase on the shiny steel table gathering the attention of everyone in the interrogation room. Leslie seemed very confused but also seemed as though she was trying to hide it and play the hard ass.

"I'm her attorney not her boyfriend. Not sure what you would have to do with it if I were." Damon quipped ruffling through the papers in his case.

Kenneth cocked his brow, "Well why wasn't this mentioned when you met us for lunch that day? You came as her friend."

Damon sighed and rolled his eyes.

"That's because I am her friend as well. Officer Baxter-"

"Sergeant ." Kenneth interrupted.

Damon bit his bottom lip and scoffed, picking up where he lefty off. "If you have any complaints regarding I and my clients relationship, feel free to contact whoever you see fit bit as of right now, my client won't be answering anymore questions until we've spoken. Do I somehow make myself clear?" Damon asked. His voice was full of authority.

Leslie was in the other side of the room eyeing Damon up and down. Her eyes were full of lust. Kenneth on the other hand was pissed.

"Mr. ..." Leslie began her voice completely different than the way that she had spoken to me earlier.

Damon turned to her and cocked his head to the side.

"Salvatore. Damon Salvatore. And you are?"

"Detective Morgan. Leslie Morgan. I haven't seen you around here before." She said seductively although trying to get information from him at the same time.

He smirked and adjust his suit. His suit was tight fitted. His tie was ticked into his best. A gold clip sat in the middle of it. Damon placed his right hand in his pants pocket.

"That makes sense. I have no clients here. Amina is my client, and I have been her lawyer for quite a while in New York. A little birdie told me she was in need of help, so here I am. And detective, the next time you have any questions feel free to ask me directly." He explained nicely but then again not too friendly.

Kenny took a step forward and was about to speak when Detectives Morgan spoke again.

"You know your client is being tried for murder? Her fingerprints came back positive for the blade that we found at the crime scene. There is no way around this. She's going to prison for the murder of Loren Granger. And Sergeant Baxter as well as myself are going to make sure of it." She crossed arms pushing aside her lustful feelings.

Granger. The name sounded so familiar.

I knew Kenny was mad at me but there was something that didn't sit right with me. Granger...Granger. I pushed the name around my head and it swirled round in my mouth trying to figure out where I'd heard it before.

"Hey Kenny!" I whispered into his direction.

Trying his best not to look at me, he looked at me in the corner of his eye before looking back at the altercation between Damon and the detective. Even now, I found myself trying to help Kenny. I could have kicked myself. I needed to talk to Kenny alone and there was no way in hell that he was going to listen to me right now. And I knew why. He shouldn't had to. I murdered his girlfriend. I would be pissed at me too.