SPLATTER (draft)

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Amanda knew that to most being the romantic partner of someone did not matter unless you were wed. Especially if it was public information that at the time you both were on 'a break' and that break was now indefinite. Clenching her teeth tightly she had to press her fingers against the bridge of her nose. "At the very least... A better time line as to when she was murdered? Kiera I mean. Before it was stated that there was a six hour gap between her last sighting and her discovery, has that been narrowed down? Even just by an hour?" This was not a demand, rather a plea.

If she had some clues of her own to work with, she could try finding out with their inner circle and try to find answers. Speak with her troupe and see if anyone could recall anything else if prompted. She needed closure to this loss and so far this case with no leads was not the way. She would die with the question burning hot on her tongue. "Kiera, darling, who was the last person you saw as your life ebbed away? Was it someone we knew?"

Grasping the handle of her purse and pushing it up higher on her shoulder she knew when it was time to leave. "I may not have been her wife, but I was her partner for a year. That has to count for something. If anything, could you possibly let me know?" Releasing a deep breath she shook her head, softly saying that her request was too much to ask for, was it not? With her shoulders slumped just a little by defeat, no new leads, and another restless night ahead of her she exited the Precinct.

No closer today than she was nearly a month ago.

"Alright. I'll jot that down. Official statement, from... Detecitve blank, We are TRYING to work on it. And your analogy makes little to no sense, as I am doing my job and you are actively blocking me from doing MY job" Abigail replied sharply.

She shrugged.

Well, at least they were as irritated as she was.

Stupid Detectives.

She was though, a little surprised to see the familiar face of one of their own photographers coming from inside the office. Did she at least get a picture? Abby doubted it. Then an even more annoyed Detective showed up and started threatening restraining orders. Like he even knew how those worked.

What a joke.

He was being completely and unnecessarily rude to those around him. Abigail pursed her lips, especially when his venom started being spat at one of the victim's loved one. Loved one right. The girl was reduced to... Begging. It made Abby's blood boil to no degree.

She was going to open her mouth again, but this wasn't a battle she was going to win by talking. "HEY!" Before she even knew it she had sauntered across to the jerk and slapped him straight across his face.

"Now, you have a reason for that restraining order." She hissed at him wrinkling her eyebrows. She shouldn't have, and she was probably going to get thrown into a jail cell, but it wasn't the first time she'd been thrown in a cell for fighting injustices. Though usually she had learned it was much more easier to fight them with the pen. After much lecturing from Kovach.

"She might not have a legal right to know, but she deserves to know. Wouldn't you want to know? Wouldn't you want the confusion, the pain, the anger ever so slightly alleviated by any small detail, anything that might give you the smallest hope of closure even though that closure will never come? Or are you really just a heartless shitbag?"

She glared at him, chocolate eyes challenging him, before she turned on her heel, and clicked herself away from them both, angrily. She stopped by the woman who pleaded to know. She didn't have to be loud or upset like herself for Abigail to know.

No. It was easily discerned in her voice.

"I'm sorry. I'd like to talk to you some more. If that's okay... Here." Abigail muttered to her, lowered her eyes and slipped the woman her card before she started to move out towards the door before they shook the shock off and tried to cuff her.

Amanda had seen many a thing in this town, however seeing a Reporter slap a police officer at the Precinct was a first.

A sense of pride and gratitude welled within her since she noted a lot of it was for her sake. Wild as she was, assaulting an officer was not something she would do unless told her rights before being arrested. This woman was a spitfire, it was nice to know she had an ally in someone who could very well find information and keep her updated. Someone with ties that might be able to clue her in to any advances on the case, seeing as how the officers did not consider 'dating a victim' reason enough to keep her informed, however small the information could be.

Pocketing the business card in her coat pocket, she smiled looking a little lighter than she had since walking into the station. With a quick thanks she watched the girl vanish quickly out the door before the officer got enough sense back to arrest her. The sly fox had improved her mood incredibly.

Thinking that this was all she could hope for out of today, already more than she had thought she'd get, Amanda had to take a minute to understand the Detective's words. Eyes opening wide in a moment of hope before she walled herself in, it was too much to hope for that there was a good lead. Any person of suspect being investigated or considered. But it was a good step forward, "Thank you, I'd appreciate that." Amanda seemed to soften around the edges, no longer the cynically woman that walked in. She looked like the woman that Kiera had fallen in love with, the open and spunky girl with a brightness about her that was hidden just under the surface. A sparkle in the eyes and a quick smile just ready to show itself. A weight was off her chest as she headed out of the Precinct. Some might gossip she looked happier than she had since Kiera was found.