Framed
Chapter 2
By Son of the Specter 992
When Richard entered his main office the next morning he found Rachel on the tear soaked couch with a pile of emptied tissue boxes, four waste baskets over flowing with tissues, and she was half way through the fifth one.
"Rachel, were you out here all night?" he asked.
Rachel turned to her father. He could see that her eyes were red and here face was soaked. "I can't bear it dad. I know he didn't do it. I could see it in his eyes. I know that he wouldn't do something like this. He's not guilty."
"Rachel, the police found his finger prints on the murder weapon and a witness puts him right at the crime scene at the time of the murder."
"Someone who looks like him dad. Just because they described someone who looked like Jimmy doesn't mean that it was him."
"Look, Rachel, all of the evidence points to him. You just have to accept the fact that he's guilty."
"NO!" Rachel yelled. She jumped up off of the couch and ran out of the office. She ran down the stairs and out of the building. She kept running leaving a trail of tears on the street. She ran for three blocks where she ran straight into someone knocking both of them down.
"Hey, watch it!" the person said. Rachel recognized the voice instantly.
"Harley? What are you doing here?" Rachel asked Harley Hartwell, the best detective in the west and partial friend to her and Jimmy.
"Getting knocked down on my rump apparently. What's the hurry anyway?"
"I needed to get out of the house. Hey, Harley, can I talk to you?"
Harley and Rachel went to a local diner and ordered coffee. After it came, they began to talk.
"I'm guessing that this is about Kudo, am I right?" Harley asked Rachel as she stirred her coffee.
Rachel was shocked. She dropped her spoon straight into her coffee. "How did you know?" she asked.
"Your eyes have more water flowing from them than Niagara Falls. You only cry like this when on the topic of Jimmy Kudo."