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Post by Jordanna on Apr 8, 2006 23:02:43 GMT -5
"I think I should consult with her," Nora said briskly, and her eyes narrowed. "I know the reputation of some of the officers in this precinct, Sergeant. I don't need to tell you that if Miss Dawson or Mr. Stubbs have had their rights violated in any way, there will be serious trouble."
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Post by skybright on Apr 8, 2006 23:22:49 GMT -5
Oh, I don't doubt that even a little. Bell sighed and nodded, pushing back from his desk.
"All right, Miz Hollis. Please come with me."
Bell winced inwardly as he led the lawyer down the corridor towards the holding cells. He really did hope that Dawson wasn't hurt; but she'd gotten herself into this, after all.
Unfortunately, she seems to've gotten me into this, too . . .
***
Daws spat blood in Detective Sergeant Simpson's general direction and scowled darkly. One of the unfortunate side-effects of having fangs was a tendency to get her inner lip shredded whenever she took a blow to the face. She slumped back against the cell wall, breathing hard and wincing -- she was pretty sure she'd cracked a couple of ribs during this little exersize.
Daws bared her fangs at the taller of the two detectives in the cell. "Take the cuffs off, Simpson. I dareya."
"Now, that wouldn't be very wise of him, would it?" Arborgast replied lazily from his position near the door. The dark-haired Sergeant had stepped back when Simpson had arrived (muttering darkly about jurisdictions). Now he pushed off lazily from the wall and sauntered closer to where Daws was half-standing. "Just like ratting us out to Internal Affairs wasn't very wise of you."
The mutant detective braced herself for another blow; but the brisk tap-tap-tap of two sets of footsteps in the corridor suddenly turned the entire cell into a tableau.
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Post by Jordanna on Apr 9, 2006 21:41:13 GMT -5
Nora scowled when she got a good look at Regina Dawson--and not because of her obvious mutation. It was hard to tell under all that fur, but Daws clearly didn't look like she'd been made comfortable.
"Miss Dawson, my name is Nora Hollis. I'm an attorney for Mr. Tiernan, which means at the moment, I'm representing you as well. I presume you haven't said anything to these gentlemen yet. What I want to know right now is how they've treated you."
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Post by skybright on Apr 9, 2006 21:49:41 GMT -5
Daws chuckled hoarsely and straightened her back -- wincing slightly as she did so. Yeah, ribs're definitely cracked. "Oh, the hospitality here at the 54th can't be beat," She replied. "It's been ages since I've needed my ribs taped."
"Now just a moment," Arborgast interrupted with a frown. "Absolutely nothing untoward's been going on here." He nodded at Simpson, who merely scowled at the lawyer. "My partner and I were simply questioning the suspect."
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Post by Jordanna on Apr 9, 2006 22:01:47 GMT -5
"Your definition of 'questioning' is highly suspect." Nora turned to Sergeant Bell. "This woman needs medical attention. I want her released on bail immediately. As for Mr. Stubbs, either charge him or let him go."
Even as she spoke, she was employing her mutation, exerting the silent mental influence that would relax the normal humans in the room. Normally she would have enjoyed a good argument with these idiots, but it was late, and she wanted to get this business over with and Dawson checked for injuries as soon as possible.
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Post by skybright on Apr 9, 2006 22:16:25 GMT -5
Sergeant Bell was doing his best to studiously avoid looking Daws in the eye; instead he glanced nervously at Arborgast and Simpson, then at the lawyer. "They're Sergeant Arborgast and Sergeant Simpson's prisoners, ma'am. I'll need their assent to release either of them." Bell cringed, anticipating a belligerent reply that would drag this unpleasantness on all night.
Instead, to Bell's utter bewilderment, Simpson nodded. "Yeah, all right. I got no interest in the weasely guy." The big Sergeant scowled. "But as f'r the alley cat . . . ."
"Leave it, Simpson." Arborgast didn't look terribly happy about the arrangement, but his voice was calm. "She'll be back eventually."
"Sure," Daws remarked cheerfully. "I'm just like athelete's foot -- always comin' around to make big, dumb, unwashed guys miserable."
For a moment Simpson looked ready to strike the detective again -- lawyer or no lawyer -- but instead he pulled out his keys and unlocked her handcuffs, shoving her slightly for good measure. "Onea these days, kitty, there ain't gonna be someone to bail you out of here."
"I'm gonna lose sleep over that." Daws remarked caustically, rubbing at her aching wrists. She retrieved her fedora from the corner of the cell (gritting her teeth at the pain that bending caused her ribs) and settled it onto her head. The detective sergeants were being uncharacteristically co-operative; but honestly, Daws wasn't going to look a gift lawyer in the mouth.
She glanced at the lawyer -- Hollis. "Don't suppose I could bribe you into leaving George here for a while?"
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Post by Jordanna on Apr 9, 2006 22:24:41 GMT -5
"No," Nora replied unaffectedly. "Mister Tiernan wants to discuss this situation with both of you. But we'll have you looked at by a doctor first."
She turned to Bell. "Point me to the paperwork and tell me how much the bail is."
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Post by skybright on Apr 9, 2006 22:30:53 GMT -5
Bell nodded and led the way briskly out of the cellblock and back to his desk-- pausing briefly to order a uniform to release George Stubbs. He went about the business of handing the lawyer forms, quoting terms of release and other formalities -- and studiously avoiding Regina Dawson's eyes.
Finally, he sighed and nodded at the lawyer. "All right, Miz Hollis. I believe that's everything."
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Post by Jordanna on Apr 9, 2006 22:37:37 GMT -5
"Thank you, Sergeant." Nora tucked away her share of the paperwork in her slim briefcase, then turned to Daws. "Let's find Mr. Stubbs and get out of here. I'm sure you don't appreciate the smell around here any more than I do."
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Post by skybright on Apr 9, 2006 22:46:46 GMT -5
Daws chuckled at that. "Ya got that right. My nose has twice the range yours does."
She shot a brief glance at Bell, trying to convey that there were no hard feelings -- but the Sergeant just glanced down quickly at his desk.
Daws gave a mental shrug at that. Bell had made the choice to be ashamed of what he was. If that shame was starting to multiply, well . . .
Daws fished in her coat pocket for a cigarette and gestured at the lawyer. "Lead the way, lady."
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