The door opened and closed and Oliver came over to me. "Maddie," he began.
"You can't leave me alone for five minutes can you? Oliver, get out or I swear I will slit your throat. And don't send Nada in either because I’ll stab her." I told him, not moving.
"Maddie calm down."
"Don't test me Oliver French. I'm half tempted to kill you just because you keep calling me that. Get. Out." Oliver grimaced and realized there was no point in trying to reason with me so he turned and left. After ten minutes a knock sounded and the door opened. I took out my knife and threw it blindly, listening for the grunt of pain that would come from Oliver or Nada but instead hearing a cry come from the doorway. Crap, who did I kill? I crawled out from under the changing table and saw Gideon looking beside him where the knife was two inches deep in the wall. I scowled at him and crossed my arms self-consciously. Gideon blushed and handed me my shirt that he had been holding. "I guess we've both seen each other shirtless now." He joked as I put my shirt on.
"Did they send you in here? If they think that I'm gonna listen to their words coming from you, they’re delusional." I am sooo gonna kill those two.
"No, they didn't want me to come in here. They're very protective of you, I don't know what they're worried about though, you're perfectly capable of handling yourself it seems."
"Then what do you want?"
"I wanted to check on you Lyn. I wanted to make sure you were okay. Well, as okay as you can be."
"I'm not okay. The DA wants to get rid of the suspect by pointing suspicion at me. I've already been cleared, I didn't do it!"
"Hey," he took my hand in his and I frowned, "I know that, Oliver and Nada know that, anyone with half a brain cell and any common sense knows that. You're not on trial here, we don't need to convince them that you're innocent. We need to convince them that he's guilty."
"How?" Tears rimmed my eyes, threatening to spill over. "I'm on the bench. Oliver won't let me work."
"We don't need to figure it out right now, you just came back, you need to get your footing. Come here." I stiffened as he wrapped his arms around me.
"Just came back?" I asked, looking up at him.
"You really think I didn't notice that you were British for two weeks?" He laughed. "DID right? Dissociative identity disorder?"
"That’s what the doctors say." I laid my head on his shoulders, relaxing myself. Then the room was spinning and I stumbled back, trying to steady my feet. "Cad a rinne tú? Cad a rinne tú!" I asked. (What did you do? What did you do!) An answer came but I couldn't make out what it said. I looked around for Gideon and tried to focus, the spinning didn't last long and I soon regained my footing. Once I did however, I fainted, collapsing to the ground.When I came to, I was laying on the floor of a car. Immediately, I tried the doors. They were locked, I looked around and saw someone laying on the back seat with his hands covering his face, asleep. I ignored him and realized whose car this was, Nada. The courthouse, I passed out. Who carried me to Nada's car? Gideon? Oliver? I reached up and touched the side of my head. Blood, not a lot though. I must've hit my head when I fell. What happened at the trial after we left? Was it over?
I heard the familiar sound of car doors unlocking and turned to see Nada and Oliver opening the back door. When they saw that I was awake Nada told me that the trial wasn't over and that we would go back tomorrow. I moved Gideon's legs off of the seat and sat down so we could keep driving, wondering where we were going as I buckled my seat belt. Grabbing my bag, I looked through it for my phone and headphones while accidentally cutting my hand with a stray playing card in the process. I took out the card, examining it. A queen of spades, my calling card. Playing card knives were my weapon of choice when I went undercover and I soon grew a name as the queen of spades because no matter how many people I had to kill, I only used thirteen cards, the spade suit and saved the queen for the leader of whoever I was killing.
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The Queen Of Spades
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