Page 112 of Oh No! There's an Incubus in my Hot Spring
“Yes.”
“Ha! I win,” she says, pointing up at the camera. She reaches for my handcuffs and unhooks me from the chair restraint. “Come on, I’ll take you real quick.”
I let her lead me to the bathroom and then get to struggle with the wiping part with my hands still bound. The relief is immense and I feel like my body is ten pounds lighter.
Officer Rosa leads me to a different room and removes my handcuffs. She opens the door and Agatha, a fifties-something woman who’s been my attorney since childhood, gets up from her seat. She’s dressed in a blue pantsuit with dark bags under her eyes.
The officer nods me in and I move toward the table.
“Heya, Syl,” Agatha says with a dry smile. “What have we gotten ourselves into this time?”
I sigh deeply and look around the room. Cameras in the corner of course. Agatha’s got a legal pad and a pen in front of her so I gesture to it. She slides it across the table to me and I jot down the basics.
Jason’s been literally stalking me and trying to ruin my life. I’m a witch and used magic in a public setting. And, oh, yeah, my boyfriend is not human and tried to kill my ex, but I stopped him.
Agatha’s eyebrows get higher and higher on her forehead as she reads.
“Seriously?” she asks.
“This is not a prank. How do we fix it?”
She shakes her head slowly. “I am in uncharted waters here. The good news is that the camera behind the bar caught the fight, and it clearly shows that your boyfriend didn’t strike Jason—though he was doing his damnedest.”
Fucking D. Rosa…
“Is attempted assault a charge?” I ask.
“I was looking into the law on my redeye over here, and in the state of Colorado it can be, but only when accompanied by threatening words. Your guy didn’t say a thing as he approached, and though the intent was clear, no verbal threat was made. I’m sure there’ll be some kind of charge, but it won’t be assault.”
I close my eyes. “What about a past threat?”
She hums. “Yeah, that could be used. But even still, we’re probably looking at third-degree assault charges, which is just a misdemeanor.”
“Just a misdemeanor,” I scoff. Apollo doesn’t even have an identity for that to go on record.
“If things progress that way, he can get a jury or a bench trial, and I’m sure we can figure it out to just a fine based on Jason’s remarks. He was instigating for sure.”
“And what about this,” I ask, pointing to the whole ‘I’m a witch and used my powers in front of everyone’ bit.
She shakes her head again. “I really don’t know, Syl. But you’re not being charged with anything. I’d say you should probably file a complaint against this station for misconduct. That’ll take along time to go anywhere, but these kinds of things shouldn’t be happening.”
I rest my head on my hands. “Great. Can you get that started for me?”
“Will do.”
“What about my other two friends?” I ask.
“They were discharged hours ago,” she says as she flips her binder closed and zips it up tight.
I sigh deeply into the cradle of my arms. “And my boyfriend?”
“I’ll find out.” She leaves, her shoes clacking down the hall as she goes.
Fuck.
Fuckity.
Fuckaroo.
