Page 57 of Sleeping with the Dark (The Righteous 3)
“Mr. Anderson, please follow me,” the officer said as he held the door open for Trev to walk through.
Trev subtly passed the officer he knew, a small stack of cash. “Make sure that we are not disturbed for any reason other than the place is collapsing around us, and make sure no one accidentally turns on the cameras.”
“Yes, sir.” The young officer stuffed the money in his pocket before pushing open the door.
Trev wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting to find, but the woman sitting at the table was certainly not it. Her soft amber eyes followed him as he made his way to the other side of the table. She didn’t say anything until the door was closed.
“Who are you?” Maeve asked. They’d taken all of her jewelry when she was locked up, but Trev noted the holes lining her ear and the one in her nose. Her bright purple hair hung in what he would consider a sassy cut that showed off the tattoo of a hummingbird on her neck.
Trev seated himself and opened his briefcase before answering. “I am here to see about representing you.”
“I didn’t call a lawyer.”
“I’m well aware of that, Maeve. In fact, I find it intriguing that you haven’t called anyone since you arrived,” he said, and she sat back as much as she could on the metal chair which was bolted to the floor. She laced her fingers together, the cuffs rattling
“You know my name, but I don’t know yours. I hardly think this is a good way to start a dance card.”
“Is that what this is? A dance?” Trev pulled out a small silver recorder and held it up to show her what he had before pressing record and laying it down on the table.
“Look Mister, I don’t know what you want or who called you, but I’m not buying what you’re selling, so you can pack your shit up and go. For all I know, you’re working for the fucker that put me in here.”
“I don’t have any idea what that is supposed to mean. So, let me get this straight, you are telling me that you don’t need the best defense attorney in the State, maybe the country to represent you when you are charged with killing a detective?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Like I told that bunch of deaf douchebaggery out there, I didn’t kill that cop. I have no idea how they pinned this shit on me, but I’m no killer.” Maeve shrugged. “At least not unless I have to be,” she mumbled.
“Alright, convince me. I am a captive audience and on your side. Start from the beginning.”
Her keen eyes gave him a hard stare. “How do I know you’re not one of them?”
“Who exactly is one of them,” Trev asked.
“Whoever it is that is setting me up?” She looked around the room and rubbed at her arms. “I feel like they’re always watching me. Every person in this place is giving me cut eye.”
“Cut eye?”
“Yeah, you know, like yo bitch I’m gonna cut you up. Cut eye.” Maeve shook out her vibrant colored hair.
Trev lifted an eyebrow and gave a nod to the camera that had remained, as he asked, off. “You see that camera?” Once Maeve looked up at the camera, Trev continued. “I made sure that whatever happens in here stays in here but, I have no way to make you believe that I am not one of your alleged enemies. I will tell you that my name is Trevor Anderson, and I really am a defense attorney.”
Maeve’s eyes grew wide, and she looked around the room, her eyes looking to the camera.
“It’s off,” Trev said, answering the question.
Maeve leaned in as close as she could and lowered her voice. “Hold your wild horses just a minute. You said your name is Trevor Anderson?”
Trev lifted an eyebrow at her. “I’m pretty sure I just stated that I am.”
She shook her head no. “I mean, the Trevor, aka Trev, you know…” she lowered her voice further. “Crosshairs.”
It was Trev’s turn to sit back and give this girl a hard look. Reaching out he hit stop on the recording device. Whatever was said next he didn’t want any record of.
She didn’t seem like she’d been military, but only someone from The Righteous or his old unit, which was mostly dead would know that name. “How do you know that name?”
“It’s true, isn’t it?” She was barely containing the excitement coming off of her. “Oh my god, I can’t believe it’s really you. I’ve heard all about you.”
Maeve bounced around in her seat like she was suddenly on her way to the carnival.
“I’ll make you a deal. You tell me how you know that name, and I’ll tell you if you are correct?”
