The Hunter and The Butterfly
Chapter 10
A/N: I do not condone crime of any kind. This story is written strictly for fictional purposes.
Meanwhile, inside one of the world's deadliest prisons in Wandsworth Town, a much different scenario was playing out. Mr. Solomon Coop was waiting for an important meeting with his lawyer while he sat in his cell twiddling his thumbs, anxiously awaiting news of any updates on his impending trial. He sat back against the wall as he took in deep breaths, quietly calming himself that he would be out in no time and the charges against him were ridiculous. In his world, he did not see why it was his fault that he felt the urge to seek out a good time in the form of a one nightstand. He had not expected the woman to put up such a fight after he snuck through her bedroom window, quickly awaking her. He pinned her arms over her head to keep her from struggling, but she had managed to jerk one of her hands away and scratch him across the face before jolting out of her bed and locking herself in the bathroom.
"It's not my fault, it's not my fault!" Solomon reminded himself. He was startled out of his daydream when a prisonguard unlocked his cell door, stepping inside.
"Mr. Coop, your lawyer's here for you."
"Oh thank God! It's about damn time that bastard showed up!" he grew enraged once he realized how long it had taken. Another guard joined in and one cuffed his ankles together while the other took care of his wrists, grabbing the back of his shirt and leading him out of his cell.
"Ow! No need to make them so tight, gentlemen. I'm not going anywhere," Solomon assured them. One of the guards snapped at him to shut up and lead him down the hall.
Stuart Strange sat at a table in the visitation center, tapping his cane impatiently against the floor. He had had a hard time trying to convince the officers to make an appointment with Solomon, and it took a God earned miracle when he was finally allowed a time of 9 in the morning. He checked his watch and saw it was going passed 9:30 AM, making him even more frustrated at the fact they were running late. He knew that Mr. Coop was a dangerous prisoner, but why was it so much so that he was almost denied visitation to his client? The time was cut short when the doors opened and finally in walked the man himself with two officers behind him. Stuart was not surprised and quickly rose from the table, shielding his anger with a fake smile and a nod of his head.
"Good day, gentlemen, I hope you're all doing well," Mr. Strange feigned politeness before turning to Coop.
"There you are! Where in God's name have you been? I've tried getting in contact with you, but you've never answered!" Solomon snapped as the cuffs rattled the chain connecting them together.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Coop, but I've been a very busy man," Stuart tried to explain.
"Too busy enough to try and get me out of here, it seems! I'm running on thin ice, Mr. Strange, and it's only getting thinner."
"Oh quit that petty bullshite you're throwing me! You're a man, for goodness sake, stop acting like a child. I can only do so much with that bastard Delaney running down my back!" snapped Stuart.
"He's at it again, isn't it?" Solomon finally calmed.
"Unfortunately so. He's only given me four weeks to prepare your case," the old lawyer informed him.
"Four weeks?! I don't have four weeks to prepare, Mr. Strange," Solomon desperately showed him the cuffs around his wrists.
"Oh quit it! I have reason to believe he's deliberately doing this because he thinks I cannot gather enough evidence to see your innocence."
"What will you do? You're the second most profound lawyer in London," Solomon was aware of Stuart's reputation for his many successful case winnings.
"Oh, my dear Mr. Coop, you underestimate me too much," Stuart turned away from him and tapped his cane against the ground. Arching an eyebrow, a smirk spread across his face. "Believe me, four weeks may not be able to prepare for a trial, but remember, James Delaney is an immensely flawed man. His father's passing has made him sloppy with his work, and with that, it's time to bring out the big guns."
Solomon's eyes widened at his ominous statement before giving him his leave and exiting the center to his car. If he remembered right, there was a man who was known for being as intimidating and prestigious as he was. This one man would prove certain of victory and drag James to his grave, and he did not care what measures he would have to resort to to make sure he won this case. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he dialed a number and put it to his hear.
"Hello? Ah yes, Mr. Dumbarton, what a surprise to hear your voice!"
"To what do I owe the pleasure to Mr. Stuart Strange?" the man on the other line asked.
"You will see, my friend...you will see..."
To Be Continued
Hey, everyone! Here is the tenth chapter. I know it's a fairly short one, but I've just finished up a semester of college and it takes the writing muse out of you, so much so that you just might find yourself running your sentences together, adding fragments, etc etc. But anyway, more reading and editing in the future should take care of these problems! Lol
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