Monday, October 13, 2014

Her First Day (Part 5)

She wasn't sure if she wanted to be a part of this case. She wondered if she could ask not to be after what she just encountered in her own life. She told herself it was a job and if she didn't do it, then she was going to have to be bumped down to petty crime and traffic tickets until she was ready. She didn't want that. She worked way too hard already to get where she was. There was no way she was going to start from the bottom, again.
"What evidence do they have and what were the circumstances?" she asked, shifting uncomfortably in her chair.
"I'm sorry. If you don't want to work on this case, I can find you another one to work on."
"I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, now can we discuss the case?"
"Yes," he said. "Like I said, they don't have much evidence against him. The main thing is his alibi never check out. He claimed he was working late, but when the janitor, who cleans his office, was interviewed he said he never saw him that night. We need to know where he was and what he was doing. He is going to hire the best he can, because he is among the elite in this city. If the cops can prove he was anywhere near the crime scene at the time of the murder, then he will go to jail. We will need to conduct an investigation of our own to see what we can find out. Sometimes, people are more open to speaking with lawyers than cops. Are you up for it?"
"Where do we begin?"
"I say we start with his office. Maybe someone there will have a little more insight into what he was doing that night."
"Was he cheating?" she asked. "Could he have been with another woman and just did not want anyone to know he was cheating on his wife at the time of her murder?"
"It is possible. He was a well known playboy in his bachelor days and is still highly sought after even though he claims to be happily married."
"I'll begin there," she said, standing up. "Thank you for allowing me to stay on the case."
"You're welcome," he said, walking her to the door. He watched her walk to her office. The sultry sway in her hips as she took each step made his heart race. He was in trouble. He knew he needed to stay away, but he wasn't sure if he could. He needed to think of her situation. She just came from an office where she was stalked by a psycho coworker. He may not act on his compulsion, but he damn sure wasn't going to let anyone hurt her. He had his own investigation and business to conduct. He was going to make sure she was never bothered by that self serving prick again. He grabbed his jacket off the back of his door, draping it over his arm. He picked up his briefcase and headed out.

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