"I'm not leaving." Abigail hissed vehemently, hand on her hip. She stood in the lobby of the Precinct. Where else was she going to be standing? There was a story to be told and she'd be damned if that filthy TV News person was gonna get the story.
No. This was more than a story. This was vengeance. Sad, petty and pathetic vengeance but the only legal thing she could think of to alleviate the grief and anger she had felt when her mentor's body had been found strung up by his tie. Like he was just a goddamned commodity. She felt the anger swell up again, her pretty little lips pouted in a pink heart shape as she pursed them tightly , glaring at the cynical clerk sitting behind the desk.
"I already told you, Miss, Wilson, we will give a press conference." The Clerk bitingly stated and returned to her typing. Abby's hands went to the counter as she leaned over, brown eyes piercing through to the woman sitting in front of her.
"A press conference? Excuses! Are you people even doing anything? How's this for a headline, Local Authorities silent after waves of Murder!" She about yelled, biting her lip to calm her voice.
"Ma'am if you don't calm down I'm going to have to ask one of our officers to escort you out..."
"Oh! OH! Will you? Well how does THIS sound for tommorow's headline, Local INEPT Authorities too focused on quieting the Press, neglect to issue statement to concerned citizens!" Abigail hissed again. The clerk sighed and looked up at the woman.
"Everyone's busy ma'am."
"Not busy enough to give exclusive statements to Channel Five, it seems, so then why is the Paper treated differently?" Abby retorted "I'm not leaving." She remarked.
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SPLATTER (draft)
Mystery / ThrillerIt's been on National TV. The obsession of the local newspaper. Fear in every resident's heart that compels them to lock their doors at night and to keep the dog loose. To never stay out past eight, or dark. The first body they found was of a you...
