FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter. 26

"And you just let her walk home?" Isaac snapped at his partner when Claud finished briefing him over what had transpired merely an hour before while Duke was locked up in a small holding cell that was being shared by a sleeping drunk. But as of now Isaac's attention was purely glued to that of his young partner who sat at his desk typing away on his computer. "How could you let her just do that?"

"Because even if I pushed, she would still say that she would be fine. You yourself mentioned before this isn't the first time that Charla's gone out on her own at night. You didn't even stop her from leaving the house."

Isaac couldn't deny that but now things were different. "Yes, but now it's dangerous, with what's happened I sure she would have stayed home."

"In a normal case, yes, but when I spoke with Charla tonight she was different. She didn't even recognize me, it was like she was another person all together. She had no idea who I was."

Isaac didn't respond, he recalled the rather cutting glare that Charla had given him on that rainy night, as if she had seen him to be an enemy rather then a family member.

Claud took note of this and asked. "Have you considered her medical file about the accident? Along with anything that could have caused her to have blackouts two years after the entail accident?"

"You've looked into it," Isaac stated. "Were you ever going to tell me?"

"I was, now certainly wasn't the case. The doctors said it was due to blood that was slowly pooling in the back of her skull, draining her blood and fixing the area should have solved the problem and yet the blackouts would continue. It's a rather strange occurrence, the incident with your niece, these blackouts she suffers from might not just be blackouts."

Isaac frowned. "What are you thinking then?"

"Nothing conclusive, I want to do some more digging before I start saying anything that could lead to something unneeded." Claud then turned off his computer and grabbed his things. "That being said, it's late and I need to get some rest."

His partner looked surprised by this. "Really? Normally you're the last person to leave."

Claud gave a slight arch stare. "I'm human, not a robot. Even I need my rest after a long day from time to time. Beside we won't be able to question the ass..." he cleared his throat. "The journalist until morning since he called for a lawyer."

"Did you... just call him an asshole?"

"He is," Claud said with no emotion. "And if I wasn't a police officer I would be more then happy then to beat the crap out of him for all the things he's caused or trying to cause just so he can line his own pockets. He was always like that, even when we were in high school, be thankful it was after your time, knowing your temper in that era you would have strung him up."

He laughed but then gave an odd look. "Hey, what do you mean by "my era" I'm not that old you know Winchester."

Claud sighed. "I know, just making light of an annoying person. Anyway, I'm exhausted, I'm heading out. Night Isaac."

"Night Claud,"

He then paused after throwing on his coat to look back at his partner. "Don't be too hard on Charla when you talk with her, after all I'm sure your brother has an abundance of stories he could tell his daughter about his little brother and the things he's done when he was her age."