The Witch's Doll ⚢

Chapter 26

A/N
Heya! Quick a/n here, I totally forgot to put a warning last chapter. But do I really need to put it? Since I've written the initial rated M on the first chapter? Anyways enjoy!

Amani's recorder rested on top of the desk, recording. Isla eyed the device, she wanted to throw it against the wall. "Sounds like you coerced a statement from the Earl, Isla. We'll see if the judge agrees."

"It is naught but a bit of friendly advice, Amani," Isla said, crossing her arms as she seated opposite the journalist. "The House of Cecil and the House of Ferrers have relations after all. Harper was there, ask her to confirm my story."

"Hey, I don't even understand what's going on most of the time." Harper quipped.

They were in the Detective Inspector's secret office, who was busy in a phone call. They were waiting for her to tell them what will occur.

"You know what would be funny?" Harper asked, laugh escaping her lips as she told her joke. "If Soleil over there would one day enter her secret office and finds us all cozy inside and says 'Hello people who don't work here.'"

Isla knew it was a reference to something again, but she wasn't that cultured to it as much.

"Alright." The older woman turned the phone off and said. "Isla, your sleuthing skills have vastly improved."

"I know you want to tell meI suck' if I were to use a mundane colloquialism, so why would you not?"

"You'll have to answer your question." She said, dismissing her. "We will dispatch a team to Lord Jacquard's residence right now. I think it's time to divide and conquer."

Isla exhaled as she stood up, smoothing the creased fabric of her uniform. "You're not allowed to come with, Isla." DI Soleil told her flatly.

Isla never knew she would find herself here of all places. When she told Harper that they should let the Detective Inspector know what they found out, she had no way of knowing she will end up like a bratty child who was never allowed to go buy candies.

"Why not?" she asked.

"It's not something you should see." The Detective Inspector was checking the time.

With the evidence presented by the Minister of State, Isla knew they received warrants to raid Lord Jacquard's estate. The older woman had already dispatched a team, but she was itching to go after them as well.

Isla wanted to go with her. She needed to rev up her persuasion game as Harper would call it. "Look, if you fear you are contaminating the innocence of a minor—"

"I'm well aware you know what cocaine is and its history. You're a doctor's daughter for god's sake! I just need you to be safe!"

Isla raised an offending eyebrow. "Really? But Amani and Harper are allowed to come with?"

"I'm the school's journalist," Amani said, simply.

Isla then turned to Harper. "And one of them has a weapon?"

Harper smirked, carrying a dart gun—but it felt like a piece of heavy lead in her hand, dragging her down. "Uhh... it's a toy gun. Soleil has a real gun."

"Sure," Isla said, raising a tentative brow. 

"I'm an American, sweetheart. You could be both British and American if you'd apply for dual citizenship. You're white, that'll be easy as fuck."

"I have no intentions! That does not excuse you from the law!" Isla yelled, her jaw muscles taut. "And what's with that dart gun? Everybody knows there's no such thing as UK legal self-defense item! You could be sent to the juvenile if the coppers found you with it!"