The Devil's Moon (Finished)

Chapter 13

Foggy

I was unpacking boxes in our new office when my phone started to ring. I pulled it out of my pocket to silence it when I saw it was Brett who was calling.

"Hey, buddy," I said as I answered the phone.

"Homicide. Female suspect found at the scene. Definitely qualifies as interesting." He told me.

"She's been charged yet?" I asked him.

"Assistant DA hasn't made the call yet." He answered.

"Do you have a name for the suspect?" I asked him needing to know at least a little bit more.

"Yeah, Page. Karen Page." He answered.

I quickly walked into the other room and told Matt what was going on. He seemed more than thrilled at the potential job. We gathered our things and quickly headed out to the station where this Miss. Page was being held.

Karen

I was sitting there handcuffed to the table as if I was dangerous when the door opened and two men I have never seen before walked in. One was shorter and a little stocker then the other. The other stood there in a nice suit and glasses and was handsome.

"Okay, can we please take the handcuffs off the 110-pound woman." The shorter man said to the cops.

"Miss Page, can you tell me who these men are?" The cop asked me and I was not sure what to say.

Obviously they were here to help me in some way but I had no idea who they were.

"We're her lawyers. Uncuff our client and give us the room, please." The handsome man said.

The cops looked at each other for a second before doing what he said.

"Thank you, detective," Matt said to them once they unhandcuffed me.

I could not help but rub my wrists that were sore from the tight cuffs.

"Miss Page, my name is Matt Murdock. This is my associate, Foggy Nelson. Do you mind if we sit down?" He asked me.

"She gave you a vague shrug," Foggy told Matt. "I say we go with it." He finished then the two of them sat down.

"We understand you're in some trouble. We may be able to help." Matt said to me.

"Can you tell us what happened?" Foggy asked.

I was not sure what to tell them, I did not know what happened.

"Why don't we start with what we know then? You were found in your apartment with one Daniel Fisher." Foggy continued saying as he tried to get some information from me.

"Who appears to be the victim of a homicide, and currently you're right only suspect, Miss Page," Matt said.

"Who the hell are you guys?" I asked finally being able to find my voice again.

"I'm Matt and this is Foggy," Matt answered me as if I did not already know that.

"Who sent you?" I asked him.

"No one sent us," Matt answered me in a very calm voice and I could not help but wonder if he was always this calm about stressful situations.

"So what? Your just a couple of good Samaritans? Todays just my lucky day?" I asked the two of them need to know why they were here and what they were going to gain from trying to help me.

"I bribed the desk sergeant with a box of cigars for his mom," Foggy told me.

"Our practice is relatively young Miss Page and were aggressively pursuing new clients," Matt said to me before turning to Foggy. "You need to stop giving Bess cigars." He said to Foggy.

"She likes to smoke, Matt it's a free country," Foggy replied.

"So how long have you been practicing law?" I asked the two of them.

"What time is it?" Matt asked Foggy who checks his watch.

"It's 12:22 am," Foggy answered him.

"About 7 hours," Matt answered causing me to take a deep breath as I realized I was really screwed.

"Well if you go from when we passed the bar." Foggy started as he started talking to Matt about nothing important.

"I was talking about from when we got our own desks," Matt replied.

"Oh, then yeah seven hours," Foggy replied.

"You've never done this before?" I asked them as I looked at the two of them.

"If you were to hire us, then, yes you would be our first client." Matt started to say.

"Technically. Yeah." Foggy finished.

"Well, I don't, I don't have any money." I told them knowing there would be no way I would be able to afford there help.

"Well, it was lovely to meet you, Miss Page," Foggy said as he started to stand up to leave.

Matt cleared his throat causing Foggy to stop from walking away from any further.

"You don't have money and we don't have any clients. Maybe we can help each other. Tell me what you know about Mr. Fisher?" Matt asked causing Foggy to sit back down, against his will it looked.

"We worked together," I answered.

"And your place of employment?" Foggy asked.

"Union Allied Construction. I'm a secretary. Daniel worked downstairs in legal. I didn't know him very well. But he was always nice, you know? But its hard to meet people in this city. So I asked him if he would have a drink with me." I told him.

"You asked him?" Matt asked as if he was surprised a woman could ask a guy out for drinks.

"Like I said he was a nice guy," I told them as I tried to answer they re questions calmly but my voice cracked, betraying me.

"We met at the Three Roads bar on 99th street. We had a few drinks and the next thing that I remember is waking up on the floor of my apartment covered in blood. His blood." I told them and I could see by Foggy expression that he did not believe me.

"No, I'm not stupid I know how that sounds. But I am telling you we met at the bar. We had a few drinks and I don't know what happened after that." I pleaded with them, needing them to believe me.

"It wasn't me," I told them again this time not being able to hold back the tears any longer as they spilled down my face. “Please. Please, you have to believe me. I didn't kill him." I pleaded with them again as I tried to wipe my eyes and nose.

"I believe you, Miss Page." Told me making me breathe a sigh of relief, at least now I had a little hope.