Havoc (Hostiles Sequel) 3/3

Witness

Myrtle had switched the tv back on, even though the screen had a glitch where her throwing knife had caught it. She was hoping there'd be some great news about the Plutarch murder, a conviction, arrest or official statement by the police on Makenna as the official suspect. Dionysius was laying in bed half asleep and as beautiful as anyone had ever looked in shackles and she'd only gotten up because she needed to go into town to buy more groceries and a pregnancy test. 

"New developments in the Plutarch murder case are seeing the entrance of a new face. Dionysius Plutarch's personal assistant Myrtle Robson is allegedly being sought out by the police for questioning. It's said the police are hoping to use her inside knowledge of Plutarch's personal life to finally make an arrest in this horrific murder case that has gripped the world." The news anchor announces, turning to her counterpart 

"What do you think Ms.Robson would have to offer the police Alec?" She prods and he shrugs

"Maybe she knows things about the Plutarch marriage and the shareholders, who have all sided with the alleged primary suspect in this case, Plutarch's wife. She could be the key to putting Mrs. Plutarch behind bars or letting her walk free and leaving this murder a unsolved mystery. We'd have to defer to our source in Makenna's camp and in the superintendent's department to see truly which side of the case they're hoping Ms.Robson will help them with." He confidently says

Dionysius stirs at the mention of Makenna's name, lazily opening his eyes to find Myrtle sat on the bed frowning deeply at the tv

"This is all speculation of course, we have to say. Ms. Robson worked for Plutarch for four years and if there's any foul play on the part of his wife, family and friends deep enough for everyone to want him dead she could be somewhere fearing for her life." The anchor adds as Myrtle switches the channel

"Go back to sleep, it's Ok." She whispers softly to him, having a lot to think about when once again her face flashes on the screen

"Good morning..."he says kissing her hip as she brushes his bristly blonde hair back

"Go back to sleep Dio." she reiterates switching the channel again, her face showing up again. 

She switches the tv off and slides out of bed, rushing to and unplugging the tv with a frustrated sigh. Dionysius fully wakes up at his, trying his best to sit up on the bed and watching her pace the length of the room deep in thought. 

"Is something wrong babe?" He cautiously wonders, scared of what she might do to him or that she might get back to drugging him 

"Just give me a second, I need to think about this." She sighs, laying her options before her

The best thing to do would be to go to the police as soon as humanly possible, but she'd have to find a red wig for that and come up with some evidence and then make sure she's not followed back here. No...that wouldn't be a day trip, maybe two? Three?

It wouldn't be as simple as going in, giving whatever evidence she can about Makenna and leaving. If the evidence was too strong she'd be stuck here during the duration of the trial as well. If she didn't go, she might turn into a suspect too, and she didn't need them looking into her past in any way shape or form. She had to go to the police. She turns her gaze back to Dionysius, who is watching her pace. What would she do with him for the two to three days she'd have to be away from here?

"What can I do to help babe?" He suddenly asks her and she shakes her head

"I have to go into town to grab some groceries. Can I trust that you won't try anything while I'm gone?" She inquires, watching him closely as she does