His Lady Justice

Chapter III

"So you're saying Giles Chronis was murdered last night?" The police officer behind the desk asked, not even bothering to spit the tobacco out of his mouth as he spoke.

            "Yes, sir, I saw it with my own eyes! If you have one of those artists, I can even describe what the perpetrator looks like." I pressed.

            He nodded while contemplatively chewing on his tobacco. I couldn't help but scrunch my nose in disgust. I looked at the time.

8:51AM.

            "Sir, can you please hurry up and record my testament? I have a plane to catch."

            He looked at me with that same pensive expression. Suddenly he leaned across his desk. I winced as I caught a whiff of his breath, a mix of coffee, cigarettes, and the tobacco presently staining his teeth.

            "Look, ma'am, are you sure you want to go through with this statement?"

            I gave him an incredulous look, "Yes, a man was killed. I believe justice should be served."

            He let out a throaty laugh, "You must be new around here."

            "I don't understand what that has to do with my status as a witness."

            He looked at me one last time, "Are you sure you want to testify?"

            I openly rolled my eyes, "Yes."

            He shot up from his seat and walked out of his office, making sure to shut the door behind him. I could still hear him though.

            "Yes, there is a girl here who claims she's a witness of the Chronis case. She's insisting that he was murdered. Yes. Okay, see you soon." His muffled voice seeped through the door.

            He returned moments after ending what I presumed to be a call.

            "Sit tight miss..."

            "Anastasia."

            "Anastasia. The person who needs to record your testimony will be here soon."

            I nodded, satisfied with the progress. Not much later, I heard muffled greetings from outside the office, and the door flung open.

            "Ah, good to see you again. Here is the girl." The police officer grinned.

            His smile widened as a wad of cash landed on his desk. Noticing something was off, I turned around—only to come face to face with the person who haunted my dreams last night.

            "Sir, this is the man!" I screamed, trying to distance myself from the brute.

            He grabbed onto my wrist while addressing the officer, "Keep barking, the treats will keep coming."

            The officer laughed, "The government doesn't pay us enough for us to do our jobs."

            I was betrayed.

            "He's a killer! A murderer! He'll kill me too!" I screeched, my voice resounding throughout the police station.

            "She's a feisty one." The officer commented.

            "She's none of your business now." His responded.

            With that, he turned to leave, only stopping to grab a pair of handcuffs.