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Cal walked into the office with Taylor's hand in his, bouncing with his usual swagger; his hips and shoulder exagerating movement and his head hanging low.
She - on the other hand - stood with impeccable posture and walked delicately and much differently from him.
Loker was the first to notice their presence and walked up, shoving a hand out for Taylor to shake. "I'm Eli Loker and you have large-"
"Loker," Cal hissed, cutting him off.
She stared at the tall man with wide eyes and bit the inside of her cheek. "Um... I'm Taylor. Hello." She took his hand lightly and shook it.
She had a smile, but even Eli could tell that it was strained and she was uncomfortable. "So... What's up?"
"Don't you have work to do?" asked Cal impatiently. He tugged on Taylor's hand until she followed him to his office. "I know you've been in here already, but you never got a tour of it. He swung his arm forward - the one holding her hand - until she had taken a few steps forward and began looking around. Dropping her hand, he walked over to his study and pushed the door open. "Tada."
"Oh wow... That's so many books."
"Cal, I seriously need you to take care of the - oh hello." Gillian stood in the middle of his office, staring at Taylor.
Taylor smiled and glanced at Cal. "Hi."
"What, Foster?"
"This is... the new friend?"
"Taylor, meet Gill, Gill... Taylor." He gestured between the two women with a lazy hand and then narrowed his eyes towards Gillian. "Need me to take care of the what?"
Gillian was still staring at Taylor, but she managed to tear her eyes away and look at Cal. "Hmm?"
"You sad you seriously needed me to take care of the oh hello."
Taylor smiled slightly from the other side of the room and leaned against the arm of the couch curiously. "Cal..."
"Yes, love?" Cal spun around to look at her.
"Do you have work you should be doing? I can come back another time."
"No, no, no. You're fine," Gillian said, waving away the idea of Taylor leaving. "I just need you to talk to this priest..." She placed her hands together and pointed them towards the door, nodding towards it as she slightly turned her body to leave. "Five minutes, alright?"
"Alright. Five minutes."
"A priest?"
"Yeah, you know those guys that say mass and stuff?"
She smiled and crossed her arms over her chest. "What's the case?"
"Someone confessed a murder to this priest... We need to find out who did."
"He'll never tell you."
"Why is that exactly?" He walked towards her, genuinely curious.
"Because what happens in confession is between the person and God, the priest is just the mediator. Does that make sense?"
"I guess... So, what-" His phone began to ring and he rolled his eyes. The Caller ID read 'Emily' but that couldn't be right because she was in school. "What?" he asked angrily.
"How'd you even get her backpack?" asked a young boy.
"She left it on the ground by her locker..."
"And you know it's Emily's?"
"Yes, it has pepper spray in it. That screams her father."
"What the hell...?" Cal asked. He pointed at Taylor and said, "Go get Foster, right now and tell her to bring Ben."
"Uhm..." Taylor nodded and rushed from the room.
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"Where's... Foster? Er, Gillian?" Taylor asked the lady at the front desk.
"She's down the hall three doors to the right."
"Thank you so much." She breathed in relief for no confusion and soon found Gillian's office. "Uhm... Gillian?"
Gillian frowned at the unfamiliar voice and looked up from what looked like paperwork. "Yes?"
"Cal needs you in his office... he said you should bring Ben too..." She seemed totally confused by what she was saying.
"Right now?"
"He got a phonecall... from Emily, but... I don't know, something must have been wrong."
Gillian nodded and stood up quickly. "Go back and tell him we're on our way."
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"What the hell, Lightman?" asked Ben as he stepped into the office.
"Sh!" Cal hissed, holding the phone out and putting it on speaker. "They don't know that they called me..."
"Tommy!" a boy yelled.
"What the hell do you want, Ken? You've got her backpack right."
"Yeah, but we need to get to class."
"Dude, have you forgotten what we are doing?" Tommy asked.
"We don't need to hurt her..."
"Dude... Her dad put my mom in jail for something she didn't do! Someone needs to pay."
Cal looked up, squinting. "When did we put a mom in jail?"
"That was four years ago!" Ken whined. "Please, Tommy..."
"Dude... We just need to see a calendar of hers or something... We could just mug her... Put the fear of God in her dad..."
Gillian looked over at Cal. The muscles in his jaw were tight and he was slightly showing his teeth in anger.
"We could... just forget about it."
"Seriously? No, we need to search the bag..." There was a shuffling and now, apparently Tommy was searching the bag. "Sweater... books... pads... pencils... randome shit... phone. Yes. Wait... ongoing call...?" Tommy asked.
"I have a question," Cal said.
There was loud shuffling which indicated that Tommy and possibly Ken had jumped in surprised. "Who the hell is this?"
"Cal Lightman," he hissed.
"Oh, shit. How long... have you been on the other end?"
"Whatever the hell you think you're going to do to my daughter... you better forget about it."
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