The Witch's Doll ⚢

Chapter 38

Isla had no idea how Professor Marie managed to use the interrogation room for her meeting with Evonnie possible without the interference of the institution's guards or the coppers. Especially since DI Soleil was supposedly being MIA.

"Isla?" a voice called uncertainly, peeking through the door.

"Evonnie!" Isla's lips instinctively curved upwards at the sight of her. She momentarily forgot that she was chained to the table because she wanted to reach out to her.

The Filipino grabbed the chair and adjusted it so she can sit down. "I vaguely remember this. This was similar to when Sergeant Kinsley went nuts."

Isla smiled. "I was watching over you from the other side."

"Alessandra told me that Loa was controlling the man all the time while she was here with us—oh! Loa is the doll's name." She quickly added when she saw Isla's frown. "You know about the voodoo doll right?"

Isla attempted to show a regal posture and expression. "I was briefed last night. The existence of a doll as a medium to be able to put a curse on people is a concept that is of little use in making me understand the nature of magic. They do, however, help me enter the mind that belongs to Alessandra Adams. Not a long walk, I confess. "

Evonnie stared at the wall beside them. "Ate Marie, Soleil, and the witches are over there looking through the one-sided mirror."

That answered the question that lingered before Evonnie came in then. Perhaps, they enchanted someone to let this happen. It could have been an easier spell rather than erasing people's memories after they found out that their prisoner was out of her cell.

Evonnie chuckled. "I don't know why they would think they must listen to our conversation like this. So? What do you want from me?"

"Please help me, Evonnie." She said, no longer beating around the bush.

"I don't see how I can help you with your situation."

"I know you have the evidence to prove my innocence by presenting anything about Alessandra Adams. You are a viable witness!"

"Oh, Isla. I'm sorry, but I don't know anything about what you're saying."

"The more you play dumb, the less likely am I to help you," Isla said. "I know you are trying to find a way to stop her. Please, Evonnie. We know for a fact that she is obsessed with you. Who is to say she would not harm you someday?"

"I don't need your help, Isla," Evonnie said, refusing to meet her gaze. "At least, not anymore, I've managed to do fine on my own and I don't know why Marie wants me to talk to you about this when clearly, they're planning to do you a jailbreak instead of fighting the pieces of evidence presented in court."

Evonnie pushed her chair backward, getting up to leave.

Isla had been told about the jailbreak, alright. Being guilty in the eyes of the general public wasn't the issue anymore. Now, it's more of a safety procedure so Alessandra couldn't get to her.

Everybody knows Alessandra will use her dark magic to finally finish what she started.

But Isla still needed Evonnie's help—her cooperation. She never wanted to hide all her life. She never dreamed of living a possible life to hide away as a most wanted criminal in the shadows.

"Do you not think that we could save a lot of people if you would just let us help each other?" Isla asked, desperate to convince her. "You know a lot of things about her. You can help me. All we need is a witness to send the investigation in the right direction."