"If you talk to us now, we can prevent a long and gruesome trial that you're sure to lose." I stared at the officer silently as he tapped his fingers on the desk. "We already have evidence, just confess. Did you physically assault Richard Rzyan?"
"Hm," leaning forward, I spoke lowly but clearly. "I want my lawyer." He sighed just as the door opened and a pantsuit walked in. "I'm assuming you're the lawyer."
"For once, you assume correctly." She said and I raised my eyebrows. "Hello Y/n, Charlotte Richards. If you don't mind officer.." she trailed off and looked at his badge, speaking in almost disgust, "Delegato, I'd like to have a word with my client. I'm sure you can spare a few seconds, yes? Great." The officer looked at me before huffing and raising up, walking out of the door with an eye roll.
"Dana called you?" I asked when she came over to the table, sitting across from me.
"No, I just heard about your case and decided to let myself in." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and she let a barely noticeable grin cross her face. "It's a joke, Y/n. Dana and I went to college together so yes, she called me. I also happen to be the best prosecutor in Los Angeles, San Diego, and Guatemala.. don't ask." She then pulled some papers out of the briefcase she was carrying. "You've got a lot of evidence penned against you right now."
"I know." I mumbled and pulled my right hand up, only for it to stop by the handcuff. "If I couldn't tell, this would be enough proof." She nodded as I lowered my hand back onto the table. "But uh I have security cameras in my house." Her head snapped back up. "If that helps.."
"It does. I'll have a detective I know check it out but until then... we need to think plea deals." I nodded softly. "Third strike means a minimum of ten years, you know that?"
"I do now." I mumbled with a sigh. "Can I make a call or something? I know my girlfriend's probably freaked right now." She nodded and looked over her shoulder before sliding me her phone with the phone tab open. I quickly dialed her number, putting the phone on speaker. "Hello-"
"I'm so fucking mad at you right now." Alexa hissed. I scratched my neck, hearing the sound of cars in the background. "I can't- you're arrested Y/n I told you not to-" I frowned when I heard her breathing start to get shallow. "I can't lose you baby, why didn't you listen to me?"
"I-I don't know I'm sorry." I took in a sharp breath, my knee bouncing. "I didn't think it through-"
"No. No you didn't." She sniffed before clearing her throat. "What's going on? Whats happening?"
"I'm with my lawyer right now. We're trying to figure out.." the door reopened and I raised my head when the officer came over, undoing the cuff. "What? Am I free?"
"Opposite actually." He said smugly. "We don't need a confession.. we found your home security system and got all we need." My eyes widened and I looked at Charlotte who grabbed her phone back but looked calm.
"Wait I- Alexa." The officer pulled my hands behind my back, putting on the cuffs, and started to lead me to the door. "Charlotte tell her that I'll be fine please." I said as they pushed me out of the door. "Tell her I'll be fine, I love you!" Then it was the walk of shame.
I was led out of the main area and to somewhere I've been before. The booking station.
"Stand there." I stood in front of the gray backdrop, my head shaking as the cameraman gave me a shocked look. Clearing his throat, he looked sympathetic as he spoke. "Stare at the camera.. don't move."
Then the flash. Different than the paparazzi flash but still as demeaning. But this time, it was all on me.
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