Layla James wakes up in a foreign country with little to no memory of her life for the past 8 years, afraid and unsure of who to trust she heads to the one place she feels she might find answers without sounding alarms. New York City. What happens w...
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Layla sat stunned for a moment trying to comprehend exactly what she was riesling, somehow the Lawyer Matthew Murdock of Nelson, and Murdock was also the Daredevil, protector of Hell's Kitchen.
The slamming of the door, Hoffman and Blake leaving the room clearly unhappy with her choice of representation, jolted her back to the present and the three people now sitting across from her, looking at her expectantly.
"I'm sorry, what was the question?" she asked her eyes never quite leaving Matthew's face, his slight facial twitch and subtle head til at her voice giving her a small indication that he too possibly recognized her.
It was the Nelson of Nelson and Murdock who spoke this time, "That's ok, we were asking Miss Castiglione-" "Mia, please."
"Mia," he continued, "we were wondering what you can tell us about the incident in question? Right now there are no charges being pressed, but as I'm sure they told you, they have the right to hold you for up to 48 hours to collect anything they can use as evidence to be able to press charges. Right now the only damming thing is that the man was seen falling from the fire escape outside of your apartment. In the meantime it would be in your best interest to tell us everything you know, Let's start from the beginning shall we?"
She shook her head, attempting to run her hands over her face in frustration, the cuffs stopping her and only extending her frustration, giving up she shrugged her shoulders slumping back in her chair.
"I don't know anything, no one has spoken to me since I was brought in, that is until the detectives came in and I asked for my phone call. I spotted your number on the billboard and called you. That's it, other than that I've just sat here waiting."
"Wait," Karen this time spoke up, pulling out the tiny file the detectives gave them on her case. "How long have you been sitting in here?" she asked, looking over the file.
"No idea, what time is it?"
"It's just past four" Foggy spoke up, looking at his watch.
"Well," she paused doing some quick math in her head. "Right around 10 hours I suppose then, it had to of been close to 6 this morning when I was detained. I was just getting home, the sun was coming up."
"Holy-" Foggy sighed running his hands through his hair, "No food or drink or bathroom break or other basic human rights. Nothing?" he confirmed, Layla shaking her head at him.
"I haven't left this room since they brought me in, well except to use the phone that is."
"Karen," Matthew said leaning towards the woman, "How about you and foggy run down to the Diner around the corner, grab us all some food we might be here a bit as it is."
"Sure, yeah," she said standing quickly, collecting her purse in the process.
"Foggy," he added now turning to the man who was also standing. "Stop on your way out and see if Brett can get someone to uncuff her. Until they come up with charges they're just overkill and unnecessary."
