The Wolf's Witch (book 1)

35. French Fry

Kaitlin:

The Guild detectives had disappeared after asking me a bunch of questions. I answered somewhat honestly, aware that others had given their statements. One hid their expression more or less well but it was clear he wasn't impressed while the other clearly had a your crazy expression. I held tight and explained everything that happened as if I was human observing it. The only thing I did had to majorly change was that I had to run in because I heard screaming, and the door was open with bits of blood along the pathway to it. The stoic detective was about to question or comment on something when there was a hard knock on my door.

They stepped out.

A moment later, Buzz Cut, the one who's still waiting on his pony, walked into my interrogation room. The heavy door slammed shut behind him and he seemed oblivious as hostility emanated from his pores.

The silence that followed was dead as I thought I was imagining him but no. I could feel the mindless need for violence lingering in the air around him.

My first thought is, what is he in for? What did I miss while I've been in here?

I remember Sethan. He had looked far from happy as the detectives drove me away. He couldn't possibly be this stupid, right? Maybe Buzz Cut paid off the detectives for a not so quiet moment with me.

"Wait," I jump to my feet, "Did you beat up the guards?" The wave of violence pulls back and he offers me a blank look. It's not reassuring at the least. My mouth does what it does best, "Not here to break me out huh? In that case, the jail cells are further down."

Buzz Cut's fists open and close as if indecisive about what to do with me. The words tumble out of his mouth, "I'm a lawyer."

"You are?" I eye the edge of his tattoo and decide not to wait for the punchline, "Wrong interrogation roo-" I think it through.

His reply is a loud rumble, "Finally."

"You're kidding?" My mouth hung open. I remember the day him and the other werewolves were drinking beer drinking in front of my store. The sun had been going down but had technically still been up.

His eyes narrow in on me, "Keep your mouth shut." I watch speechless as Buzz Cut reopens door and calls the detectives in.

The Guild detectives walk in with an extra chair for my alleged lawyer. I'm still bugging that the werewolf who now occupies the tiny chair beside me is representing me.

The stoic detective has to clear his throat to get my attention. I glance at him and he starts, "Now that you've had some time to speak to your lawyer, let's try this again Miss Ward. Could you tell us where you were last night?"

I fully aware that I am still frowning. We all are at this point. So much for the detective's poker face. He obviously hadn't liked what I told him. He wanted me to repeat things once again and see if I slipped up a third time. If I was him, I'd get me to tell it backwards too because that's how ridiculous it all sounded.

"I was-" A hard elbow digs into my arm. My eyes clash with Buzz Cut's darker ones before he dismisses mine to regard the detectives. Right I'm supposed to keep quiet.

"What are the charges?" he asks.

Charges?

The detectives both eye me for my reaction, "Murder."

"What?" They hadn't told me that but it made sense. I did stab a few bodies but it had been self-defense. "I didn't-!"

Another elbow, harder this time, but the werewolf speaks before I can call him out on it.