Chapter Two
"Cal." Gillian Foster chased her partner down the hall, "Cal!" She repeated.
"What?" He asked, spinning around to face her, Gillian accidently slipped past him, he caught her as she headed towards the floor. "I advise against heels me." He said his hand still tight around her arm.
"Thanks, I have our statistics, we're out of the low numbers, Cal and we actually have enough money to spend on anything for the company." Gillian smiled proudly.
"Good, I want a company car." Cal let go of her arm as he continued walking towards his office.
"What do you want a company car for, Cal, you have a car of your own." Gillian rolled her eyes. "I was thinking of giving Loker and Torrez an office each…?"
"What would be the point in that?" Cal asked.
"Privacy." She replied, rolling her eyes.
"I prefer them both sharing the cube room…I can keep an eye on both of them…And whoever ends up in the cube whilst I'm busy….working in my office!" Gillian's eyebrows were raised and her lips pursed as she thought of another way of arguing her point
"No, they're not having an office of their own." He stomped his foot. "My foot is down, okay?" He stated; sighing as the woman's attention was clearly diverted to whoever was behind him.
"And you're late." He said, spinning around. It was Torres, trying her best to sneak past him, she sighed, her face an expression of pure and utter tiredness.
"Late one..?" Foster asked cheerily.
"Was he good?" Cal added, both Foster and Torres looked at him, their faces scrunched up.
"Why is it, when we're late, you always assume it's because we were out dating or jumping into somebody else's bed?" Rhea Torres grumbled miserably.
"I don't…You could just simply be jumping into your own bed…With somebody else-"Foster cut Cal off, mid-sentence by hitting him with her blue file.
"Where's Loker?" He asked, glaring at her.
Torres rolled her eyes. "Don't ask me…He's at some music gig I think, I don't babysit him you know."
"The music festival." Foster told Cal, a hint of disappointment within her voice.
"You were going to go weren't you?" Cal asked her as he walked with her and Torres down the hall
"I was, but I gave my tickets to Loker."
"Tickets...There were more than one ticket?" Cal asked, smirking as he did so. "I couldn't see you going to a festival!"
"You must be joking right? I love a good rock out and yeah, I had two tickets."
"He asked me to go." Torres said. "Loker asked me to go but I told him I didn't fancy sitting on a field knee high in dirt and god knows what plus sharing a tent with him."
"Ouch." Cal smiled. "I couldn't imagine anyone sharing a tent with him.
"Well, you know, I couldn't be bothered making up a lie so I was…Radically honest with him."
"This is Rebecca Leaches." Foster interrupted as they opened the door, revealing a young woman in the cube. "She phoned me last night needing our help.
"Who is she?" Torrez asked, she looked at Foster, she was taken by surprise as a look of anger flashed upon Foster's face as she thought of Rebecca contacting her for help.
"Oh…You don't like her." Torres mumbled.
"Alright, Rebecca?" Cal greeted the woman as he entered the glass cube, he shook her hand eagerly.
Rebecca looked on at Cal, her blue eyes glinting in against the white light surrounding her. "Where's Gillian?" She asked innocently as she flicked her dark brown hair from off her shoulders.
"She's just out there; want me to bring her in?" He asked. "Mind you, she can see and hear you."
"Then why can't I see her?" She asked, looking up at the cameras.
Gillian leant over, tapping a command on the keyboard, the white glass that Rebecca could see dissolved and she could see Foster who waved.
"Hello Rebecca." Gillian said, speaking through the microphone.
"Wow that was distant." Torrez said, looking at the woman, her arms were folded, her face was straight.
"Rebecca is Alec's sister, she's fake and she just doesn't care about anything but herself and her husband…Literally."
"When you say literally, what do you mean?"
"She has two young girls, Melody and Mia they're both thirteen years old today, and ten years ago, we had to get her arrested to make sure that those children were taken away from her."
"That's a bit harsh… She looks harmless." Rhea replied only to receive a look from Gillian.
"How's Alec?" Cal asked, sitting back against his chair, as he threw his feet up onto the table.
"Alec is good." Rebecca said, looking down and placing her fingers to her temple.
"That was a lie." He said. "Why the shame that you're showing, eih, why the shame for your little brother?"
Gillian shuffled uncomfortably, "I don't even think she knows." She answered Cal amongst herself.
"Why was she arrested?" Torrez asked.
"Well, she's married to Paul Leaches, the biggest drug trafficker over here, he's deadly armed and dangerous, anyway, she got in with him and used the kids as a means of getting cocaine, cannabis and ecstasy to and from the country, she was the reason Alec and I argued most of the time, but despite what his argument was I had to put a stop to it. The kids weren't safe."
"Could she be ashamed of herself then, like ashamed of what she did to you and Alec?" Torrez suggested.
"No." Foster looked on at the woman in utter disgust. "She claimed that she had changed just a few years ago, only she hadn't, she was rejected custody of her girls."
"Wasn't she arrested for kidnap?"
"Yeah, she went to take her girls home, and took the wrong girls."
"Oh, oh god." Torrez said, she shook her head, "that's just…. You don't take the wrong kids!"
"No matter how much they grow up, you should always know what they look like, how old they are and when their birthdays are. You don't go looking for them and take the wrong children." Foster said strongly.
"My girls will be thirteen today." Rebecca told Cal as the white light appeared again.
"What are you here for?" Cal asked. "We tried to help you once before, you were coked up out of your own head back then, how can you prove to us that you're still not now?"
"How's Emily?" Rebecca asked.
"My daughter's fantastic, she's been brought up well." He said slyly.
"I bet Gillian's helped." She added, scowling slightly.
"Yeah she has…She'd make a great mum." Cal nodded. "It's a shame really; those two kids of yours could've had you if you knew how to look after them properly... I bet you would've been a great mum if you cared about them."
"I loved those kids!" Rebecca said before slamming her hand down on the table.
"You saw that?" Foster asked Torres. "She should've slammed her hand down on the table before saying that." Torres watched Gillian as it had become clear her opinion was strong on Rebecca Leaches.
"See, I believe you." Cal said. "But then again, they're something really, really putting me off...Like the smell of sour milk…Only it's not a smell."
"What? I don't do drugs anymore, I don't live in the suburbs anymore, you know, I have made a difference to myself, but I'm not here to get my girls back."
"Then what are you here for?" Cal shouted.
"Paul's dead!" Rebecca shouted back. "Paul was released last week, he was trying to find me to apologise and he was found dead at the back of Prince St."
"So you're husband's dead, bearing mind, this is the guy that was the cause of your children being taken away plus he's the biggest dealer in town so he's obviously going to have enemies and what, you're surprised by that? Rebecca, that just doesn't make sense!"
"NO! GILLIAN WAS THE CAUSE OF MY BABIES BEING TAKEN AWAY!" Rebecca yelled. "She phoned them, she told on him. Damn it, I loved him, Cal, I loved Paul and he loved his kids."
Gillian burst through the blue door behind Rebecca had suddenly stood up. "None of this would've happened if it wasn't for you!" She hissed at Gillian, squaring up to her.
Cal sat back and watched Gillian become more and more angry.
"You think I was going to sit there and watch you put those kids in danger by stuffing their nappies, vests and shoes full of drugs just so you could claim a free pass to a life of luxurious prostitution and drugged up dreams? You thought I'd let this ruin my marriage too didn't you. Well believe it or not Rebecca, I went behind Alec's back, I told on you, I couldn't have cared less about my marriage back then, those kids were more important and to me, even if never seeing them again but knowing they were happy would've been more than the life they had with you…What you were doing was disgusting and I do not for a second regret what I did. You've always been a lousy parent, and you always will, especially if you kidnap the wrong children and then turn to your husband who got you like this in the first place. If you wouldn't have chased after that Paul you would've probably been happily married with kids, trouble free. Now, why are you here?"
Rebecca bit her lip as she fought back her tears. "Gillian, Paul was found at the back of Prince St."
"So what…?" Gillian rolled her eyes.
"It's where Alec lives, you should know that you're married!"
"Are we? See if you wouldn't spend most of your nights drugged up, you'd know that, for starters we're divorced and to be quite honest, Alec's address has been wiped clean from up here."
"I need to know if Alec was telling the truth." Rebecca said to Cal.
"The truth being what?" Gillian asked stiffly.
There was a long silence between the three of them.
"Well, believe it or not, Rebecca, I'm trying to help run a full company here-"
"DID ALEC KILL MY HUSBAND OR NOT?" Rebecca shouted angrily.
Cal sat forward as he had suddenly begun to take an interest.
"Don't be ridiculous, Alec isn't a violent man at all, let alone a murderer!" Gillian laughed excessively.
"You'd think that, wouldn't you, miss perfect Gillian." Rebecca hissed. "Well…Alec isn't as perfect as you thought he was."
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