Page 9 of Spice's Halloween

“About time justice caught up with one of your lot. You’re looking at life,” he snickered.

“And you’re facing a civil case and losing your job. The court frowns on tampering with evidence,” I replied and glanced at Lindy one last time.

Whoever did this would pay. I’d get the fucker, and he’d be in for a world of pain. Lindy was mine to protect. I decided there and then, I’d make her life fun again.

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“Lawyer,” I said once more as the detective shoved another question at me. His partner sat silently: good cop, bad cop.

“Spice, a lawyer won’t save you from this. Take a deal, and we’ll go for twenty years,” the smart ass offered. His name was Ventor, and the silent cop was Webb.

“Dude, you ain’t got shit on me. And that uniform? Fucker’s heading for a world of pain. Get. Me. A. Lawyer.”

“Was that a threat?” Ventor asked.

“That was the truth. Lawyer, for fuck’s sake, do you understand English? Lawyer!”

The door opened, and a uniform stuck her head in. “Mr… um… Spice’s lawyer is here,” she said, looking a little confused.

“What? Suspect’s not had his phone call yet,” Ventor responded, startled.

“Well, there’s a lawyer here,” she replied.

“Send him in,” Ventor said grumpily.

I grinned as the club’s lawyer, Cassandra Amble, strutted in. Cassie checked me over and turned to glare at the detective.

“How did Spice receive that enormous bruise on his head? And I want your name. I could hear Spice demanding a lawyer several times and you admitting he’s not had his call,” she snarled.

“It’s okay, Cassie, I banged my head earlier,” I interjected before Cassie went all Hulk on Ventor’s ass.

“Fine. What are the charges, and why is Spice cuffed?” Cassandra demanded, sitting down and straightening her suit.

She opened her briefcase and took out a notepad and pen and began making notes.

“Detective Ventor. Spice is under arrest for the attempted rape of Lindy Reynolds and assault and battery.”

“Spice?” Cassandra asked.

“As I told the cop who arrested me, I was riding home from the clubhouse. I saw Lindy’s car, and the door was open, but I couldn’t spot Lindy—”

“You know this woman?” Detective Ventor interrupted.

“Lindy’s my neighbour.”

“Ah, I see,” Ventor said, bobbing his head.

Cassandra sent him a dirty look. “I very much doubt you understand. Carry on, Spice.”

“I pulled a U-turn and drove over and found Lindy. On seeing how injured she was, I yelled for Bart, and he came out. Then we called the police and checked Lindy was alive. Next thing cops arrive, and I’m in bracelets.”

“There’s no evidence events happened as you say. Why not admit you took a fancy to Miss Warrick? She rejected you and you took it into your hands to show Miss Warrick who’s boss?” Ventor snapped.

“No evidence? Bart Fowler says there was camera footage and has given me a statement detailing what he saw on it,” Cassie said.

“When my officer checked the cameras, they were corrupted. No doubt to hide the fact Spice here committed the assault,” Ventor replied with a smirk.

Amused, I leaned back in my chair as Cassie smiled. That smile would warn anyone else, but not Ventor.

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