Dreaming Out Loud

Manhattan

Chapter 52: Manhattan

"Red...we don't know that it was you," Snow pleaded.

"She's right...we know you didn't do this," David agreed.

"I appreciate your confidence, but we all know that I did!" she insisted, as she stood in the cell.

"His body was ripped in half. What else could cause that kind of carnage?" she questioned.

"Plenty of things...you're not a killer," David admonished.

"I am David...I've killed dozens, including my own boyfriend," Red retorted.

"But that was before you learned to control it," Snow reminded.

"But I haven't turned in twenty-eight years and I have no memory of last night. That tells me that I don't have control! Now close the cell door!" Red pleaded. David sighed.

"Okay..." he agreed.

"David!" Snow admonished.

"No...maybe this good, because after I conduct my investigation today, I'll find out who the real killer is and then release you in the morning," he said. Snow smiled at him, as George stormed into the station.

"Get out..." David growled.

"Well...I see you've actually done your job and locked that thing up," the former King spat.

"She is not a thing!" Snow replied hotly. But she was ignored.

"Whatever issues you have with me...they don't extend to her. We have no proof that Red had anything to do with what happened," David stated. George shook his head.

"As usual, Shepherd, you're allowing your emotions to cloud your judgement," George hissed.

"Leave him alone," Snow snapped.

"You two are really something...protecting your friend at the peril of everyone else. I shouldn't be surprised. I am talking to the pair that spared the Evil Queen from execution and then got us all cursed," he spat.

"Why the hell are you here? What do you want?" David demanded to know.

"Justice. Hand that over to me and let the town decide her fate," George answered.

"Like hell...never, because I know exactly what kind of justice you have in mind," David refused.

"This town is bigger than you think. I start telling people that you're putting their lives in danger to protect your own interests? You'll have a mutiny on your hands," George warned.

"Yeah, we'll see. You want her, you have to go through us," David hissed back. George smirked.

"I look forward to that," he replied, as he stormed out. Snow put her hand on her husband's arm.

"David...what are we going to do? If he rallies enough people, they might try to kill her," Snow feared. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked at them both.

"I'm not going to let that happen," he promised, as he unlocked the cell.

"What are you doing?" Red exclaimed.

"The station isn't safe, but Belle left me the keys to the library while she's gone. We can hide you there until we figure this out," David suggested. Snow smiled and kissed his cheek.

That morning, after breakfast, they pulled up to the third apartment building in the SoHo district. At the last two buildings, they turned up empty, but they pressed on, even as impatient as Gold was getting. So when he hesitated to enter the building, again for the third time, Emma called him on it.