It was a piece of cake the slide through the officers manning the doors of the station. A smile here, a flick of her blonde hair there, no one suspected a cheerleader to be up to anything suspicious. That and Addison had mentioned that she needed to pass on some crucial information to Detective Johnson-Reeves. A spring in her step, Addison found the detective’s office, standing in the doorway and speaking in a singsong voice. “Knock, knock”
How is it legal to have a lawyer that good keeping shitty people of out jail? Trying to bring down the Rosas’s and Zadoronovs’s has definitely been the hardest case of her career. Hopefully it doesn’t turn into that one case every detective can’t let go of. Because she will not let go until they’re six feet under. The sight of Addison King should make her more frustrated, having to ward off pestering journalists like her, but it doesn’t. “How did you get in here?” She knows the answer, she’s just stalling.
