Escort (GirlxGirl)

9. Relieving

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Amelia's POV:

I sit in the metal chair with uneven legs in the same cold room as before. Agent Whitlock sits across from me with a file and multiple pictures. "Just answer truthfully and we'll be okay, My partner Agent Hill is on the other side listening. So let's get started, how do you know Lauren?" We start the interrogation.

"We worked with Buck around the same time, we started at the same time and we became friends over that and then started to see each other on our requests we got closer. She was the closet person I'm friends within the business." I explain remembering our last conversation and the pit of guilt that in me started to grow.

"Did you know where Lauren was going after your requests were up?" She asks not writing a single thing down. "She was going to sleep with her client." I say softly, "Can you point to who the client is?" She sets multiple pictures down of that night, there were photographers that night. There's one of me, Shawn, the friends of Shawn, women, and people I didn't recognize.

I point at the only picture of Marcus. "Thank you, did you have any conversation about any worries she had about maybe sleeping with Marcus?" I shift in my seat, I feel bad for airing out our private talks to an Agent but if it means we find out who did this then I'm sure she wouldn't ask God to strike me down.

"No, she was excited to go to his place after the party was over. I know she was going to get extra for it. I wasn't going to sleep with Shawn because that wasn't in our rules beforehand." I explain. "So before you meet your client you establish rules, can you give examples of those rules?" She moves the pictures around making room for a large paper pad.

"Rules, mainly PDA type rules. Such as do you want us to hold hands, do we need to act couply or like business partners. It has to work with both parties." I do go into depth. "We have footage of you spending majority of the night with a man named Shawn, from meeting in front of the building and leaving together what were your rules?" She pushes a picture of Shawn and I share a hug.

"We held hands, hugged, I let him kiss my cheek and allowed his his arm to be wrapped around my waist to make our fake relationship believable to his colleagues but it was nothing more. I was in a relationship at the time." I sigh, "At the time, this case isn't even a week old. You were in a relationship?" She questions and I nod swiping my finger under my nose.

"Yes, his name is Josiah Rodriguez and he dumped me because of my job. He never liked it when I had to go out for things such as that party, he'd make me feel bad and essentially shame me for continuing to just give my body for these guys that pay me. Words like prostitue and even the word 'gangbang' were used which he used before so it was just dagger of pain over and over again. I tried to ignore it but then it got too much for him I guess." I drop my head into my hands.

I wasn't supposed to say that much about our relationship, that had nothing to do with her question. I peeked through my fingers seeing her just blinking at me. "I'm so sorry, that was a lot about a relationship that doesn't have to do with this case." I apologize tucking my hair behind my ears. "It's okay, don't worry about. I think it helped you. Rant a little. But let's get back to the questions." She smiles at me and I nod.

I guess she was right, talking about how shitty our relationship was relieving in some sense. Probably because she has no idea who I'm talking about, she doesn't judge me for my job and doesn't judge on who I got with. The questions continued for a while and with no clock, in this room, I couldn't tell for how long we went on.

*Agent Whitlock, time to wrap this up.* I hear through the speaker and she sighs closing multiple folders. "We're done?" I ask and she nods with a smile, "I think we are. We covered a lot and you gave us some good information so thank you for letting us ask more from you." She shakes my hand letting me out of the room and the goosebumps that covered my arms smoothed over.

"Is it possible if I can get updates about the case, like if you found the killer or if it's completed or something?" I ask stepping beside her and she nods, "Of course, I'll get you my number here follow me." She lets me out into an empty hall then it soon turned into multiple halls and too many doors to count.

People fast-walked everywhere they went, no one seemed to walk at a slow speed. The main floor is filled with conversations, computer screens, and people, so many people in suits. It's intense just seeing everyone solve different cases.

It's never just one case, there's always something else going on which made my stomach sink. While Agent Whitlock is helping me, others are helping with different things. "This is my desk, it's a mess but it's not as bad as other people's I swear." She smiles at me and I smile back, she has a nice smile. Comforting, just enough to put people at ease, almost like my sister.

I glanced around her desk with crumpled balls of paper, scribbled down words and so many pens and manila folders. It's not the type of place portrayed in entertainment, it's busier and never-ending. So many minds working together to solve multiple problems that can't be fixed in one hour-long episode.

"Here you go, shoot me a call or a text if you want to talk more about the case but I can't share too much. If you remember anything about that night that you might have forgotten or realized tell me and if you need anything or in trouble." She hands me a business card with the scribbled-out name replaced with hers on the side. Agent Nyla Whitlock.

"I don't have my own business cards." She comments and I tuck it into my pocket, "That's a shame, it would be nice to have a official card with your name on it." I throw out there, "You think so? I saw a ad for a fifty pack of cards for ten dollars, I didn't know if I should invest." She shrugs with her lip curling. "You should've taken it, maybe even put a pick-up truck on it for fun." I light clap my hand together.

She taps her finger against her chin pretending to think hard about what I said. "You're right, I should've maybe next time. I can skip a morning coffee trip and get my own personal cards to hand out. Who knows." She chuckles flipping the pencil in her fingers without looking. "Hey Nyla." A girl comes up to us, well to her. She's probably another agent. "Hi." She waves to me and I wave back immediately feeling out of place.

"I should go." I point somewhere with my thumb and she nods glancing at the other agent beside her. "Right um I can-" "Hang on Nyla I have something important to tell you." The agent interrupts her sentence and I got her message then I just snuck away.

Where is the entrance? I wander around trying to look for any signs besides 'Exit' that can't be used unless it's an emergency. I find myself in a long hall with pictures lining both sides, different groups of people, some with the president, fundraisers, with other emergency responders. All of them with smiles on their faces. I went further into the hall pretending to know where I am as people walk by.

I stop at one picture frame that looks like a high school class photo. I scan the faces pointing at a familiar one, it's Nyla. "Yup that's me." I jump against the wall hearing someone behind me and I look at Nyla who has her arms out pulling me away from the wall and the swaying pictures.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." She smiles and I nod taking a breath, "Yeah I'm just jumpy that's all. I got lost." I tell her and she looks around the hall, "You're right let me lead you out, I can give you a ride since I'm the one who brought you here." She starts walking and I catch up. "It looked like you were needed for something." I defend the agent.

"Hardly, it didn't have to do with the case or my partner so to me it isn't important." She shrugs, "But is there somewhere specific I need to take you?" She follows up, would I be important to her because I'm a part of the case? "Can you bring me to where I actually live? I need to pick up a few things." I tell her, hopefully, Josiah isn't there.