what they wouldn't do | DAREDEVIL

thirty six

Waiting in an NYPD interrogation room wasn't Sarah's ideal way to spend a chunk of her night, but it could have been worse. It was bigger than whatever room McDermott and Donovan had put her in last time, at least. Attached to the table was a phone, but she hadn't touched it yet. There was also a large window that looked out into the hallway, and the blinds were open so she could see if anyone was standing outside listening.

Being handcuffed to the table was unpleasant, but there wasn't much she could do about it.

She had to wait in the room for a while before anyone came to check on her, which gave her time to think about whether it was smart to call Foggy. If Jason had set her up, then he already knew she was working against him, and it didn't matter if she called Nelson and Murdock to defend her. But if he didn't, then it got a little more complicated.

After nearly an hour, a young cop with bright red hair stuck his head into the room.

"Hey. Have you contacted your representation yet, or do you need a public defender?"

Sarah sat up straighter.

"Actually, um...is Sergeant Mahoney here tonight?"

The cop furrowed his brow. "Why?"

"If he is, I'd—I'd like to talk to him."

"Uh...well, he's not assigned to your case, but I can see if he's busy," he said slowly, as though she were trying to trick him.

"Thank you," she said.

"So, you...haven't called your lawyer yet, then?"

"No."

He gave her another odd look before leaving the room.

It was only a few minutes before the door opened again and Sergeant Mahoney stepped inside. He didn't seem as surprised by her request to see him as his colleague had been.

"You know, you're really supposed to ask for a lawyer, not for more cops," Mahoney informed her. He took a seat across the table. "You haven't made a phone call yet. Any reason why?"

Sarah chewed her lip as she debated whether to ask him for this favor.

"When you arrest someone and they call their lawyer, it...gets recorded somewhere, doesn't it? Who they called."

"The call itself doesn't get recorded, if that's what you mean. You still have attorney-client privilege," Mahoney clarified.

"No, I mean...someone who works here could look up my arrest and see what lawyers I called?"

Mahoney gave her a confused look. "Yeah. I suppose they could."

Sarah nodded.

"Um, I've heard that sometimes you pass along cases to Nelson and Murdock?" she said tentatively. "Then they just...mysteriously show up at the precinct when people need lawyers."

Brett's eyebrows went up. "And who'd you hear that from?"

Sarah gave a vague shrug.

"If I did do that on occasion—and I'm not saying I do, because no cop worth his salt would willingly cooperate with defense attorneys—why would I need to call them for someone who I'm pretty sure is already a client of theirs?" Mahoney asked.

"I'm not," Sarah said. It was obviously a lie, but she didn't really care if he believed her. All she cared about was that he would be willing to play along. "One of my neighbors is a client of theirs, and they just helped me out one time because she asked them to."

"...right," Mahoney said, his voice heavy with skepticism. "So, if you have their number, why can't you call them yourself?"

Sarah just looked at him hopefully. She didn't really have a reason she could give him, but she was hoping maybe he would help her anyway. Matt and Foggy both considered him a friend in some way, after all. And this wasn't all that different from what he normally did.