Undercover Cop

Chapter 4

"So how do you know me exactly?" Asked Harry, manspreading on his velvet red couch.

"I don't. But you knew my sister, right? Elizabeth Gordon?"

"Hm. I don't ever remember meeting an Elizabeth, unless you count the blonde one that was in my bed last Tuesday." He said, winking. 

"Okay,"Do you remember stabbing my sister to death?" 

"No! What kind of a psycho do you think I am? Killing an innocent girl isn't something that I would do! You've got the wrong man, officer."

 Maxine had enough. "Harry Edward Styles, I'm going to need to take you in. You have been arrested with the murder of Elizabeth Darla Gordon. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in court. You have the right to talk to a lawyer for advice before we ask you any questions. You have the right to have a lawyer with you during questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish. If you decide to answer questions now without a lawyer present, you have the right to stop answering at any time. Knowing your rights in mind, are you ready to speak to me?"

She forcefully put his hands behind his back and placed handcuffs over his wrists before bringing him outside and shoving him into her car. "Let me go 

"Shut it, Styles. Be quiet or else I'll bring out Bully." Bully was Maxine's pet pit bulls, and he was one mean dog when it came to strangers. 

A month went by after turning Harry in. She had heard nothing about the date of the court case until Isaac called her. 

"Max, where the hell are you?"

"I'm at home, why?"

"What do you mean, 'why'? The case is today! It starts in fifteen minutes!"

She glanced at the clock. 12:30. "Shit." She said. She quickly ran up the stairs as fast as she could. This was by far the most stressful Get Ready With Me in history. Simple makeup, simple outfit, simple hair. Simple yet professional. That's how Maxine was. 

When she got to the courthouse, she had seven minutes to spare. She looked around to see Issac fiddling with the Rolex on his wrist. She had always found Issac cute, attractive even. But she had never really made any moves on him. Unless she and Issac were both black put drunk, then they would be making out in bathroom at parties. Those experiences always made things awkward around each other. 

The case began. And as if time vanished they were almost finished it. Maxine was so close to getting justice for her sister, she could taste it. All it took was was jury to say a special seven words. 

"Jury, how do you find the defendant?"

A petite woman wearing olive green stood up, speaking with the most southern accent Maxine had ever heard . "We find the defendant. . ." The woman paused. Maxine could feel the vibrations ringing through her bones by how badly she was shaking. 

The woman finished her sentence. ". . .guilty."