Avenge him

Trying my life

Megan's Pov.

Abbie's temper in interrogation did not help her win over the new chief.

"Chief come on. Shes just upset, I am your key witness and I'm telling you it was self defense." he sighs and ran his fingers through his hair. He was way younger than the last chief. Early thirty's or late twenty's with almost brown blond hair and brown eyes.

"Well I have reasons to trust you Megan. But that interview did not help win anyone on this boards favor."

"Well could w-"

"Look Megan I know she's your friend, but I will not pardon cold blood murder. Even if Sasha was the serial killer, Abbie can't hunt her down like that. If proven guilty she will be in jail like the murderer she is."

That's it. I grab his collar and bring him to eye contact level.

"Listen here asswipe. I'm telling you Abbie didn't do this out of spite. Sasha tied US up. SASHA pulled out a weapon first. If you want to stick around in this station that I FOUNDED, you better do a better job and at least try to put your worthless brain to work."

With that I push him away and walk to the door.

I could only hopeI'd have a job when I get back.

******

It's snowing outside, reminding me of that terrible night years ago.

It's white flakes swirled around me in lifeless color and stung my face, making my eyes involuntarily water.

The snow level was growing inch by inch in a slow pace but I'm still able to place where he his. Always.

Drew's grave.

I lay a toy car onto his grave. Funny thing about him, he said to never place flowers over him, wasn't masculine enough. I laugh at how immature it seemed back then. I tell him everything in my life, The old chief, new chief, Abbie....

Sasha.

Stupidly enough I sit and wait for a reply.

There wasn't one.

But there was a phone call.

******

"What do you mean she escaped." Abbie growled into the phone on the opposite side of the glass.

"I have no freaking clue. They said they went to give Joycelyn her daily meal and she was gone! Handcuffs and all."

All of a sudden Abbie's face goes pale.

"What?" I ask.

"She wouldn't would she?"

"What?"

"Sabotage my trial."