Esterville (Book 1)

Chapter 19: Officer Lawson

The minute they return to the police station, Oliver and Amelia find themselves bumping into Officer Lawson, who is consuming a Boston Creme doughnut.

"Hello Oliver Harper," he greeted, wiping the white substance from his lips. 

What the hell is he doing here? Oliver wondered.

But then again, they are standing inside a police station.

"Hello, Officer," he answered respectfully.

The cop's dark eyes later penetrate Amelia's.

"Who might you be?"

"Amelia Parker."

"Really?" asked Lawson, taking a step forward.

The vampire wanted to rip his head off.

"Yes," she replied uneasily.

"Well for starters," he began. "I don't have any records of you."

"Is that a good thing?" Amelia joked.

Lawson shakes his head.

"No birth records, living in the boy's house for eight years, and also, there have been multiple dead bodies near alleys."

Oliver bit his bottom lip, his eyes glued to the floor.

"How does this involve me?" ask Amelia coldly.

"I have witnesses seeing you going in and out of alleys, whenever the sun comes out." Officer Lawson laughs.

"and here's the strange part: one of the victim's clothes were stolen, your summer dress is covered in blood and holes-"

"What are you implying, Detective?" Amelia interrupts.

"Were you attacked by an animal?" 

The vampire was about to speak until Oliver stopped her.

"Yes," he lied. "she and the men were attacked by some kind of rabid dog."

Officer Lawson smirked at his statement.

"A rabid dog-"

"Can we focus on something else? Like Allison's father?"

Officer Lawson's eyes then focused on Oliver's.

"Allison's father?" he states. "The drunk stockbroker?"

Amelia and Oliver nodded.

"We want to know if he had any contact with his daughter the past few months."

"Why?"

"Because we say so, asshole." Amelia snorts.

"Excuse me?" Lawson baffled. 

"Please, just go to your computer, swallow whatever the hell is inside your mouth, and tell us if you bloody have something."

Officer Lawson swallowed his doughnut, went to his desk, and turned on his computer.

Black computer keys clacked in tune, as his eyes scoped for information on Allison's father.

Meanwhile, Oliver turns and gives Amelia one of his scolding looks.

"What?" she whispered.

"A little rude much?" he hissed.

"Hey, we British are polite."

"You're polite?" asked Oliver, crossing his arms.

"Since when are you ever polite-"

"I got it," interrupt Officer Lawson. "Allison's father has been released from jail for inciting a bar fight."