Page 83 of Please Remember

Waiting in the interrogation room, I try and find a comfortable position to sit in with my hands chained. I'm so sick of meeting with people. Dr. Victor, for example. The redhaired psychiatrist who looks like she should be a schoolteacher or a librarian with her hair tied up in a bun at the top of her head and smattering of freckles along her nose and cheeks. Shove a pencil into her bun, and I feel like she'd be more apt to check out books than prescribe anti-psychotic medication.

I'm so tired of talking with people. People who think I'm stupid. My entire life has just been a series of people thinking I'm significantly dumber than I am when, in fact, I'm rather intelligent.

Frustration and abandonment are the top emotions today. No matter how many times I call, Natalie doesn't answer. The only person who can get me a real lawyer, not the court-appointed idiot I have, is Natalie because my parents keep telling me they knew I needed help before this. She's completely disappeared on me, and she's letting everyone think I hurt Allie.

She told me I was her best friend, and she vowed to protect me. Now that she's gone, I'm being left with the noose the cops and everyone else wants to hang me with. Some friend. I'm a good friend, though. I haven't said her name once to the cops or Dr. Victor.

Exhausted, I lie with my arms and head on the table until the door opens. I expect just the doctor, and I groan saying, "I don't want to go another round with you, Doc."

"You're talking to us today, Laura," Parsons says, the light reflecting off his extra-shiny bald head.

Behind him are Shields, my incompetent lawyer, and Dr. Victor, and I know something's different. I don't know what, but something is. "Oh joy."

"You're in a lot of trouble, Laura. It's best if you tell us what happened instead of letting the evidence pile up against you to form our own conclusions. We can talk to the prosecutor and tell them how cooperative you were to maybe work out a deal for you."

"I'm not admitting to anything I didn't do."

"Like putting a camera in Jax and Allie's house?" Shields asks.

The woman looks to be Mexican, and I envy her attractiveness. So much I hate her a little bit. "We've already discussed this. Yes, I did it. I did it to keep an eye on my competition. But assault and kidnapping are a far cry from voyeurism. Very far. Other coast far," I say.

"You admit you put the camera in their house?" Parsons says.

"Yes. Are you deaf or just dumb?"

He smirks, and I honestly don't know why my lawyer is even here. He just sits looking at me with fear. Which makes no sense. I'm in cuffs for crying out loud. "Neither. I just needed to hear you confirm it before we go further."

"Further?" I ask.

"We found Allie's Jeep," Shields says.

This perks me up. "Is this why my idiot lawyer's here? You're letting me go because you know I had nothing to do with this? That you can finally see that she's the one trying to pin all of this on me?"

Just because I'm pissed at Natalie doesn't mean I'm going to give her up.

"I thought you believed it was Jax who painted you in this light," Dr. Victor says.

"Allie pulls the strings. Jax would kill for Allie. You think helping guide the Keystone Cops in my direction is beneath him? It's not."

"I wouldn't suggest insulting the police, Ms. Dawson," my lawyer says.

Glaring at him, I just shake my head. "Okay, so you found her Jeep. And?"

"We also found Heidi Moran's missing vehicle. And her bones," Shields says.

"Her head was bashed in," Parsons adds.

This catches my attention, and I lean forward. "Allie hurt Ms. Moran?"

"No, Laura, she didn't. But the same person who hurt Allie hurt Heidi Moran," Shields says. "The vehicles and body were found at the house Allie was locked in."

"Where was this?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

"You know exactly where this is," Parsons says. "You know because you put Allie, Ms. Moran, and the vehicles there."

Looking at my lawyer, I narrow my eyes. "No, I did not."

"Yes, you did," Parsons says. "I didn't think you’d planned this when we first talked, but I do believe you did now that we've found Heidi Moran and her car."

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