"I didn't kill anyone." Sofia stated, handcuffs holding her down and attached to the metal table before her.

Griggs and another Latino officer stared down at her uninterested.

"Then why was there a body in your apartment? And not just any body, this guy worked for one of the most notorious crime families in this city," the Latino officer asked

Sofia shook her head, "I don't know. I already told you, I had just gotten home from an event at the gallery on the north side of the city. My door was unlocked, and I walked in on the body lying in the middle of the hallway," she insisted

Griggs pursed his lips and raised a brow, "there's no other tenants on that floor, and the only other person who has access to it is the administrator of the building. And you were holding a weapon not even registered to you."

Sofia let out an angered breath, Val had given her the gun for protection. Then she remembered something.

The note

Sofia scooted up in her seat and placed her cuffed hands on the table, "The note! There was a note attached to his body, someone must have put it there and left before I came inside."

The two officers looked at one another before Griggs leaned back in his seat, "What note?"

Sofia gave a look of confusion, "The note. The note that was left there, it had a message on it," she glanced down to remember what the words were, "it was some kind of threat or warning."

Griggs shook his head and scoffed, "There was no note found anywhere at the scene."

"Ask my driver, he was there when I entered my apartment, he brought me home from the event."

"What was his name?" he asked

She closed her eyes in frustration, she didn't even ask what his name was and slowly opened her green eyes back up, "I don't know."

Griggs merely scoffed, "I can't go on an 'I don't know.'"

She huffed and shook her head, "He was a younger man with brown hair and a beard. Over 6 feet tall."

He titled his head to the side, "Hm."

Sofia stared at them, anger starting to build up inside her. What's going on? They weren't even willing to listen to her, as if they didn't care what she said.

The officer sighed and stepped forward, "Gordon wanted us to wait for him to question her."

"Who cares what Gordon wants."

"Just put her in a cell for now."

The Latino officer started towards her with his keys, Sofia sat up in her seat and lowered her chin.

"I get the right to a phone call," she said quickly

Both officers looked at one another before snickering. Griggs glanced back at her, "Sure kid."

Sofia watched as the officer smirked and pulled out his keys to unlock the cuffs to her wrists and the table. Sofia stared at his every move, he took one last glance at Griggs before leaving the room. Sofia could have sworn she saw the corrupt officer wink and nod as she walked out.

Ring

Ring

….

Ring

Ring

Sofia closed her eyes and lightly jumped anxiously, waiting for someone to pick up the other line. She let out a sigh of relief when she heard a click.

"Hello?" the voice asked

Sofia furrowed her brows, not knowing who it was because it certainly wasn't Bellomi.

"Val?" she asked

"This is Sal, who am I speaking with?" he asked

Sofia didn't know why Maroni was answering the phone, but she assumed the party went after hours as she could hear laughing and people in the background.

"Sal, it's Sofia," she started

"Sofie? What's wrong, is everything alright?" he asked

Sofia turned back to see the officer a few feet away, watching her. She grunted and turned back around, trying to keep her voice down.

"Sal, I'm at the police station," she started

"Police station? Why the hell are you there? What's going on?" he asked with concern

She shook her head, not even knowing how to answer his questions over the phone, she didn't have much time to speak, "Sal, I don't have a lot of time, but I'm in trouble. Where is Val? Could you please let him know?"

There was a small pause of silence before, "Of course honey."

"Thank you –"

But before she could say another word, the officer grabbed the phone and placed it back on the base. She turned to him and frowned, "Is this necessary?" she asked irritably

The officer grabbed her by the handcuffs and took them off when they stopped in front of an empty cell block. He shoved her inside where she almost fell over, she caught herself and glared up at him. He dismissed her and walked back down the hall, leaving her alone.

She sighed, just a few hours ago, she was at an event with some of Gotham's richest and now she was stuck inside a cell room under suspected murder.

Could anything get worse?

"What do you mean your denying her bail?" Bellomi asked

Griggs stared at the older man, "She's a major suspect here, we can't let her go sir."

Val shook his head and gave a pensive stare as he looked around in search of Sofia, "Where is she?"

"She's back in our holding cells, waiting to be transferred," he replied

Val stood confused, "transfer, she's being transferred? Where?" he asked

The officer leaned against the table with his arms crossed, "Blackgate."

The older man widened his eyes, "Under what evidence do you have to send her to prison?" he asked

The officer yawned and shrugged, "Our commissioners on the scene as we speak and there is no other way possible there to have been another killer. Ms. Black insists on denying these accusations, but she was the only one present who had access to the floor at the time of murder."

"When was this man killed?"

"Not too long after we found her standing over her victim."

"The victim," Val corrected

The officer stared at him before smirking, "Were you with her between the time the body was found and the time she left your gallery."

Bellomi stared at the officer, "No, but I can assure you Sofie is not the one responsible for this crime."

"I won't ask you again old man, were you with her between the time the body was found and the time she left your gallery?"

"No, I was not, but –"

"Then you have no information we need Mr. Bellomi," he interrupted

Bellomi closed his mouth and stood still, looking around in thought before pointing his finger to the ceiling, "My driver! I had a driver take her home."

At this point two other officers walked up to the older man. Griggs continued to speak with Bellomi, "What's the drivers name?"

"Axton," he replied

"Can you describe him?"

Val nodded, "He's a man about my age, bald, no taller than 5'8."

Griggs looked to the other officers before turning back to Bellomi, "That's not what she told us."

Val crinkled his face, "Excuse me?"

Griggs placed his hands on his belt, "Have a seat, you can see her when she's being transferred."

Bellomi stepped forward and pointed to the scruffy officer, "What your doing is illegal."

Griggs scoffed, "And what is it you do in your little art studio?"

Bellomi stopped and stared at him.

"I know who you associate yourself with," he leaned in closer, "and just to be clear, you better be grateful it isn't you behind those bars, because there's plenty of people at Blackgate who'd love to get their hands on you."

"My gallery is open to everyone," he responded

"With frequent guests like Salvatore Moroni, Cobblepot, hell even the Joker was present at your soiree, you've got a lot of bad people looking at you Bellomi."

Val merely stared.

Griggs gave a smug look, "Now I won't say it again. Have a seat."