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"Personally I don't think you should cancel the Appreciation event. It would only cause more hurt to the family in blue. This event can help many find strength again in the middle of all that is happening, find new hope and faith. Remember the bonds they have. So, change the day if you must but please do not cancel it." She pleaded, not because this was business but because she genuinely believed that the whole team who felt Officer Rodger's loss would benefit from having a moment to recall their friend, give voice to grief, and remember the good.

The theatre Kiera belonged to did something similar, everyone who had any part in the company reunited and celebrated life while recalling good things. Made promises of success and of never giving up since they would make Kiera proud, she never let adversity stop her. Just like Amanda would keep fighting until she got the killer behind bars, found guilty, and then executed since such evil had no place on Earth. With that in mind she thanked Channing and left, for her own desperate need to get closure to her loss.

So today she'd get arrested. Great. Now she had to deal with all the trouble that would cause her in her daily life and at work. The officer had began to say that her being so difficult had put her where she was, she could have left peacefully instead of ignoring him. Yada yada. Personally she believed the officer had a stick up his ass and just so happened to take out his annoyances on her. That is, until he slowed to a stop, still gripping her wrist roughly, while his walkie-talkie crackled with a voice. She really couldn't make out head or tails of it other than the officer replied and he suddenly let her go, looking pissed and like he was biting his tongue.

"You better stay out of the taped off area, I do not care if you are related to the body or a member of the force, this is a crime scene and you are affecting how efficiently our team can act." Amanda's eyes went wide, this guy was talking pure bullshit! Completely made up since she was not even near the body, heck she hadn't even bumped into anyone besides this guard dog! He raised an eyebrow on her, knowing she was about to say something and it was warning enough. Fine. She'd choke her words down.

Sullenly she rubbed her red wrist, she tended to bruise easy, and trembling with rage at his treatment, headed out of the muddy ground onto the sidewalk again. Her boots were probably ruined unless she got a company that specialized in shoe cleaning to fix them for her, not that it'd be cheap. She was by now near drenched and she was fuming. Her anger that she generally had to work carefully to keep in check bubbled over until she gave a nearby tree, far away from the officer, a good couple of kicks as she released a angry cry. Fuck being made a fool. For being treated like a suspect and first person of interest involving Kiera's death. For having to deal with so much trash from Kiera's friends and family who always put the blame on her for any thing that made Kiera upset or sad. Fuck the killer who kept killing and getting away with it, like some game they were winning. It just wasn't right. Finally after four or five kicks she stopped and stepped forward to rest her back against the tree trunk for support. She was a bit sweaty now and angry tears were in her eyes, being powerless and having no idea if justice would ever be found was like a poison pill she had to take daily.

The lash from one of the uniforms made Abigail's fingers tighten around the fabric of her dress, though her eyes did not back down and determination shone through them. She wasn't trying to purposely cause trouble for the authorities, though sometimes the authorities got too caught up in themselves to realize how scary it might have been for the rest of the city. The rave from the first cop brought a tinge of a taunting smirk to her pink lips, that only extended when the second one spoke, more calmly. He seemed to be of the few voices of reason around. He looked familiar. Wasn't he Easter's....? Ugh. Easter. That was another sore subject she'd rather not touch. Sure they'd ended their friendship on a badnote, but that didn't mean it hurt any less.