Running From Fate [Part Seven]

She couldn't stand to wait, something she knew very well. She wasn't a person to just sit and wait for something to happen, but there she was- sitting right on her ass and waiting.
Rebecca began to twiddle her thumbs in the chair that she spent to many hours sitting in. She was cramped up and confined. She would have begun to move around or do something in the tiny room, but the hand-cuffs did not permit that kind of action. So, she sat.
She had been waiting too long, far too long. Her watch read 8:53am, which greatly passed the twenty four hour mark. You could only hold suspects that you planned to ONLY question for twenty four hours, then you had to send them off. This was not good. The hours of sleep gone didn't affect Rebecca; it was the awaited steel bars that sent a shiver down her spine.
The door opened to let a short, plump middle aged man into the room. Rebecca could only expect this to be her appointed attorney that the D.A.s office sent for her. She inwardly groaned, knowing this man would do her no good.
He seemed awfully flustered as he set down his briefcase, with one of his chubby hands as though he had never been in the presence of a supposed criminal before. He found a chair on the other side of the room and brought it over to sit on the opposite side of the steel table, facing Rebecca.
"Hello, Miss Maxwell," The man began with a sense of hesitation, "My name is Robert Mahan and I will be your lawyer throughout the duration of your case."
"Oh, please, Robby, call me Rebecca. I mean, we are after all going to be working very close on my case," Rebecca's words caused Robert to become even more flustered than before.
He attempted to regain himself before he began again, Well, Rebecca, we should get down to business.
"Why not?" Rebecca sighed.
"Okay, your case isnt looking that good so far. You have countless petty crimes that could only get you in for a few months, but the... murders... those are going to lock you up for life."
Rebecca rolled her eyes. This man acted as if didnt know about Rebecca's awareness to her own convictions. The D.A. did one bang up job.
"Your best option is to plead guilty..."
"Plead guilty? Where was I when I said that I actually was guilty?"
The pudgy man raised one bushy eyebrow, "I dont see how that matters..."
Rebecca wanted to punch that fat face off. Those people were dead. Four people dead and no one has the decency to care- No one, except the murderer.
Robert began to rattle off meaningless details about the case-details that Rebecca already knew. She didnt listen. She only stared off into the opposite wall as if she was alone again in the dark interrogation room.
She couldnt hear him advise her of good behavior, like she would actually take that advice or behave in any way good. If she had heard, she would have laughed. Good behavior would have got her out in 50-60. Did it really matter? Her life and career would have been already gone anyway-Gone and forgotten.
Everyone was against Rebecca and all she could do was fight. She couldnt let them bring her down. She never let that happen before and she wasnt going to let it happen now.
She was all she had, but that was all too familiar to her. It had been that way for a while, ever since they left. For some time now, she had been flying solo, but it only made things easier. She never had to make anyone promises, because promises were always broken. She never had to get too close, because closeness only caused pain. She only made danger for anyone around her. She would only drag them to their death. She couldnt get close, so she stayed away.
The door opened to reveal a very enraged Detective Marshal who slammed the door with much more force than needed. This caused Robert to stop talking mid-sentence and Rebecca to be ripped from her thoughts.
"Hello, I am Detective Marshal," He stuck out his hand to the chubby man.
Robert timidly shook Marshals hand, "Robert Mahan."
"Great, now we have all met and exchanged pleasantries. I think it is time for the life stories! I can remember as far back as when I finally learned how to ride my bike, when I was five. I was so excited, I-"
Marshal rolled his eyes and cut off Rebecca to speak acidly to Robert, "Sorry, Mr. Mahan. I was just talking to Officer Strider about the case."
"That's perfectly fine. I was just talking to Miss Maxwell about the case as well."
Marshal smiled to himself. He was a terrible lawyer. No good lawyer in their right mind would entertain a completely friendly conversation with the detective holding their clients sentence in their hands. He just might have caught a break-just maybe.
His luck quickly drained as he heard Detective Gordon walk through the door. He turned around to talk under his breath through clenched teeth, "I told you to watch in the video room."
Gordon surprisingly observed Marshals low voice and lowered hers to reach his level, "No you didn't. You never said that."
"I did. You just weren't listening, as always. So, I'm telling you now. Wait in the video room."
"This is completely ridiculous. I have a part to play in this case and I am absolutely no help in the video room."
"You are more help than you think," Marshal glared at Gordon. She could never take orders lately.
"I am staying here unless you want to drag Rogerson into this. Maybe she can decide if the way you are treating me is in any way fair."
Marshal didnt expect Gordon to put on such a brave face and speak with such confidence as though she were a good detective. It took him off guard and it was the last thing that he needed. She would ruin this case, like every other one she touched. She couldnt ruin this case, not this one.
"Hey, can I join the pow-wow?" Rebecca asked with an amused smirk on her face. She knew he was weakened now with Gordon in the room.
Marshal glared at Rebecca then shifted his gaze to Robert, "Stop me if you have any objections."
Robert nodded, unsure and Marshal began to pace around the table, keeping his eyes on Rebecca.
"How long did it take you to plan their deaths? How many weeks? How many months did you stay up at night planning to end all of their lives?"
Rebecca shifted in her seat, continuing to stare directly at the wall.
Marshal stopped his pace next to Rebecca, "How long!?"
"Tell me something, sunshine," Rebecca purred with ease, lifting her head to glare at Marshal, "Why would you plan to murder someone that you had no want to kill?"
"You had want to kill. Why else would your prints be on the bodies?" Marshal asked moving away from Rebecca to pace the room again.
Rebecca hated that piece of evidence they continued to hold over her head. She never meant for that to happen. She slipped up. She hated to be reminded of her mistakes.
Gordon moved across the room, closer to Rebecca, "Why would you want to kill them? You can tell me, its okay."
Marshall sighed heavily at the same time Rebecca turned to Gordon, "I don't know, Detective Gordon. I never meant to hurt anyone." Rebecca sniffled, "It just sort of happened."
Marshal groaned behind Gordon.
"Rebecca laughed, Are you serious? Good cop, bad cop? You've got to be kidding me."
Marshal moved in front of Gordon, pushing her to the side where she truly belonged. He stared fiercely at Rebecca.
"You murdered four innocent people. You killed four innocent people in cold blood and youre laughing about it now?" Marshal yelled.
"How many times do I have to tell you I never killed them? I didnt kill anyone!"
A beeping noise went off on the opposite side of the table and all eyes turned to the sound, confused.
"Oh, I'm sorry. The fifteen minutes are up. My client can no longer answer any further questions," Robert spoke in a barely audible voice. He was obviously petrified of Rebecca and now Marshal.
Marshal made a sound in the back of his throat that did not prove his enthusiasm towards the fifteen minute rule. The one thing the stupid lawyer has to bring in is the one thing that will slow him down. Fifteen minutes. Fifteen Minutes. He would hate that number forever.
Marshal removed himself from the interrogation room with one final glare. Gordon left with a sorrowful remorse written on her face directed at Rebecca, which confused her, but Rebecca immediately shook it off.
She turned back to her chubby lawyer who had a worried look on his face. He was in way over his head. He would be no help. But, no one can help her now.
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Hey, wicked reader! I know that chapter took a long time to get out and I am sorry for that. It is short too and I'm sorry for that too.
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