Nica Pierce stared at the table, watching her reflection in the metal. Just one day ago, she had been arrested on the assumption that she murdered her entire family, and was taken away without so much a second thought. Already the media had dubbed the incident the "Pierce Family Massacre", with people speculating that Nica was insane. The officer on the scene, a young man named Stanton, refused to see her side of the story, believing Nica was a murderer. But Nica knew the truth. She saw what happened that night. Somehow, her family was butchered by a three foot Good Guy doll named Chucky. Even now, she could hear the doll's cruel laugh, as he explained that he was in fact Charles Lee Ray, coming back into the Pierce's lives after twenty five years.
"Miss Pierce!"
Nica looked up, seeing that the police captain had entered the interrogation room. The man looked decades older, sporting a salt and pepper colored beard, with the hair to match, and always had a stern look in his eyes.
"You don't look very dangerous." the cop told her, sitting across from her at the cold table. "Much less able to murder five people. But then again, looks can be deceiving."
"Why are you interrogating me now?" Nica asked. "Why not last night?"
"No one else was around, so Stanton had to put you in the cell for the night." the officer told her. "My apologies. But his report here says that you murdered five people." The man raised a file, before dropping it on the table with a small thud.
"Wasn't me." Nica declared flatly.
"Heard that before." the captain sighed. "Here's a new one though: Stanton told me you blamed it all on a doll you received the other day."
"That's because it was the doll." Nica said. "I know it sounds crazy-"
"Crazy?" the officer repeated, leaning forward. "It's god damn insane. That doll- as ruined and freaky as it is- is not alive. It can't walk. It can't talk. And it certainly can't kill five people!"
"Why do you keep saying five?" Nica asked, confused.
"You didn't hear?" the cop told Pierce, eyebrows raised. "A priest, one that Stanton identified as his sponsor, was found in a car crash, apparently leaving your home."
"Father Frank?" Nica asked, her eyes widening slightly.
"The coroners took a look at his body last night, Miss Pierce." the cop continued. "They found that there was rat poison in his bloodstream. Now, how do you think that got in there?"
"Are you really saying I did it?" Pierce asked, shocked at what she was hearing.
"It's the only possible explanation." the captain told her. "There was no sign of forced entry or break in. You were the only one there. Two sets of fingerprints were on all the murder weapons. One was yours."
"Who's the other one?" Nica asked, curious.
"It doesn't matter." the officer waved it off. "The second set belong to a dead man-" Suddenly, the door opened, and a man looking at least five years older than Nica walked in. The man wore an all black suit, had his hair cut short, and sported a brown beard, in contrast to the police captain's graying one.
"Nica Pierce, you can stop talking now." the man announced.
"And who the Hell are you?" the captain asked.
"I'm her attorney." the man stated, matter of factly.
"So who are you?" Nica asked, giving the man a weird look.
"My name is Andy Barclay." the attorney introduced himself. "I'm here to help you."
Nica sat in her wheelchair, dumbstruck in surprise. Andy Barclay? The Andy Barclay, the one she read about recently?
"Can I speak to my client?" Andy asked the police captain. "Alone?" The captain gave the attorney a dirty look, but standing up.
"Sure." the officer grumbled, getting up to leave the interrogation room. Once the door made an audible slam, Andy sat down, looking Nica in the eye.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Miss Pierce." Barclay said.
"You too." Nica replied. "Wait, how do you know about me?"
"News gets around quickly these days." Andy shrugged. "Had to take a two hour flight from Chicago to get here."
"How much do you know?" Nica asked, folding her arms and cocking an eyebrow up.
"That you're being charged with five accounts of murder. Four of them are in the first degree." Andy pulled notes out of his suit and read off.
"I didn't do it." Nica said adamantly.
"Evidence says you did." Andy mused. "Your prints were found on all murder weapons."
"You don't believe I did it, do you?" Nica asked, nervous.
"Of course not." Andy waved the statement off. "I pieced together that the doll was there. But that's what happens all the time. Chucky doesn't leave evidence, because he's not completely human."
"The police mentioned there were two sets of prints on the weapons." Nica remembered. "One was mine, and the other…"
"Chucky's." Andy realized. "If we can get them to identify the prints as Charles Lee Ray's, we can use that."
"Do you need anything else?" Nica asked.
"Yes, I need you to tell me exactly what happened last night." Andy requested. "That way, I can build a case for you." Nica sighed, taking a deep breath, and she began recounting the events of the past couple days.