Chapter10

The door to the interview room opened and Ferguson's lawyer walked in. Joan looked up from the table and smiled. She recognised him as the trainee that the firm had sent to her when she was formulating her appeal.

"Hello Ms. Ferguson. I have been sent to you today to gather the information to help with procuring your release as soon as possible." He said with a new air of confidence that threw Joan off.

"I requested Mrs Jenkinson as she has dealt with a lot of my personal plans!" Joan replied a bit pissed off.

"Mrs Jenkinson is not available at the moment so she has sent myself. I am not the same person who almost broke down when they met you before. In fact it was that episode that made me realise i had to grow a pair!" He replied not taking any of Joan's shit.

"Well you best sit down then hadn't you! We have a lot to discuss!" Joan replied admiring the man before her for his gutsy attitude and honesty.

"We have been given an hour to go over what happened at Wentworth before the officers come and interview you again. I suggest being honest but stick to the bare facts do not under any circumstances go into any detail. We will do that when we have our meeting tomorrow. So let me ask you about what happened with Beatrice Smith?"

"Well i was released and was making my way to the front gate. Smith stepped out from behind the van. She came towards me. She said a few words before she showed me that she was armed. Next thing i know i am defending myself from her frenzied attack." Joan began

"OK. Now how did it come to pass that you ended up with the screwdriver in your hands? And why do you not have any defensive injuries?" He asked.

"I fought with Smith and got the screwdriver off her. She looked at me and then lunged towards me. The next thing i know i am covered in her blood and she is on the floor. The worst part of it is that it looked as if she was smiling. I will never get that look out of my head." Joan explained feigning tears. "Smith was quick but i was quicker in getting the screwdriver off her. I have had years of having to defend myself wirking in the prison service so know how to do things without causing myself harm." Joan started rubbing at her hands. Seeing the blood stains on them still even though she had washed them time and time again.

"That's good Ms. Ferguson. Just stick to those facts and we should have you out in no time!"

Joan sighed. He was still gullible. She could have said almost anything and he probably would still believe her. She really needed to get Herself a new law firm to represent her in all her matters.

Joan thought back to the incident. She knew she was innocent. She hadn't really lied when she had said Bea had come for her. What Joan couldn't understand was how Bea managed to be outside waiting for her. Who had set her up? Well she knew the answer to that! It was the one person she had considered someone she trusted to start with. Vera Bennet! Oh how she hated that woman now. She was a person to hold grudges Bea Smith knew that all to well with the Roofie incident but no she will find a way to destroy Vera. She had succeeded in killing Bea. Bea gave her the biggest boost by throwing herself at the screwdriver. It was just unfortunate that Will had chosen that moment to come out! She had to finish what she started with him. He took away her one true love. She had never felt that way again about anyone since Jianna! Joan sighed again she hated thinking about the past it always got her upset. Always made her angry and when she got angry well!

"So when is this detective coming in?" Joan asked taking her mind of Jianna.

"I don't know!" He replied jumping up from the notes he was writing. "They said about an hour so I am guessing anytime soon Ms. Ferguson." His eyes darting about trying to find something other than his client to look at.

'My God. I wish someone else could have come here today. She scares the shit out of me!' He thought.

He carried on writing his notes. His boss had told him to look out for the mouth twitch as that was a sign that she was getting stressed. He kept having little looks over his glasses and had noticed it just before Joan had started to talk to him again. He really couldn't tell if she was lying or not because she maintained eye contact all the while she spoke to him. He had broken it a few times to gather his thoughts so he could continue.

A knock at the door broke his chain of thought and a police officer entered the room.

"I have come to escort you to IR3. Detective Ireland Wants to do the interrogation there." She said stoicly.

Both Joan and her lawyer nodded and whilst Joan straightened out her clothes and adjusted the support on her burnt hand. Her lawyer picked up his notes and briefcase and followed the two women out. His heart pounding in his chest.