"No! No no.. you tell her to cut that cogitationis poenam nemo patitur bullshit and get down here, now!"
Furious. The proper word was furious. Aylin had spent weeks working this case through the proper channels. Paperwork, chasing down leads, huntin' back alley deals and beating the fuckin' pavement to get this arrest.. and now his piece of shit lawyer was trying to get him off on some bullshit witness testimony?
Fuck. That.
Aylin had been in an outrage since she got the phone call.. it took three officers to drag her off of the guilty fuck, and two more to keep her from blasting him.
She was posted outside interrogation, pistol in one hand and her grandmother's charm bracelet in the other.. counting the seconds before this 'legal aid' showed up to deal with this..
'Cause Aylin wasn't dragging this bum down to a courthouse until she got answers.. and she was prepared to wait until the got damn rapture.
