In the Arms of Justice

Chapter Seven

Previously:

"Y/N!! Thank heavens! Why haven't you answered your phone? I've been trying for an hour to reach you!"

"Wanda, I'm fine, what's wrong?"

"Have you seen the news?"

"No...what happened?"

"They've been talking about it for hours! Remember that girl you found, the one in the alley years ago? The case has been reopened and they said there's been another murder. They mentioned there's a witness, that's you, right?"

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You felt the color drain from your face, shock and realization creeping in.

Wanda was still screeching through the phone, "Y/N? Are you there? Say something, I'm freaking out! How do you NOT know about this, I mean..."

You broke off Wanda's worried rant, "Wanda. WANDA. I do know about it, actually, but not from the news. I'm at the police station right now, they needed me to review my statement. Wait, so what did they say about the witness? Do they know it's me?"

"No, they were vague about it. I think they said it was a woman, though. They showed that sketch, the one you described? Gave me the creeps..."

You let out a sigh of relief. You didn't need that psycho coming after you.

"So what are you going to do?" asked your best friend.

"What can I do? I've done what the police asked and now I'll just lay low for a while. No one knows I'm the witness so hopefully the detectives will have more to go on this time around and the killer will be off the streets soon."

Wanda released a long sigh, "Okay. But call me later, okay? Once you're done with this whole thing?"

"I will, I promise," you assured her before hanging up.

Head buzzing with this new information, you saw Detective Barnes peek in to see you were now off the phone. He reentered the room with a smile, Detective Rogers on his heels.

"Well, I think we can wrap things up for tonight, start fresh tomorr..."

The detective stopped short at the look on your face.

"Everything okay?" he asked, concern etched on his features.

"Um..." you paused, still processing the phone call. "That was Wanda. She saw something about the case being reopened on the news. They mentioned there's a witness...."

The dark-haired officer swore under his breath, anger replacing his concerned expression.

Whirling to face his partner, he raised his voice, "I though we were gonna keep the vultures off this one! This is gonna tip him off!"

Detective Rogers scrubbed his face with his hands, "How did they even find out about it? It's been me, you, and a handful of uniforms all day. No one spoke to the press that I'm aware of."

"How does it ever happen? They have police scanners and informants, I don't know. Damn media..." he trailed off.

Frustration evident in his tense shoulders, he ran a hand through his chestnut locks, miraculously still remaining in place afterwards. Even in your distressed state, you noticed the glory of his illustrious strands.

Turning to face you with guilt written on his face, he spoke, "Y/N. I'm so sorry we dragged you back into this mess."

Rising from your chair, you squared your shoulders, hoping to give off an air of confidence.