Pulling her hand free from Lou's firm grip, Angela snatched her hand back after she had been made to press her fingers down on the small electronic fingerprinting screen. Spinning around to face the Five 0 officer, she began to demand loudly, "I want my phone call."
"You can make your call after we finish processing you," Lou told her for the third time since they had arrived at booking, reaching for her arm and quickly re-cuffing her before grabbing her arm.
"I know my rights, and I demand to make my phone call now!" Angela demanded even louder as she attempted to shrug Lou's hand away.
"And I have told you not until after we finish processing you," Lou stated again as he tightened his hold on her thin arm and led her across to the height chart to be photographed, "but the longer you continue not to cooperate with us, the longer it's going to be before you make that call."
"I know my rights! You have no right to refuse me my phone call!" Angela yelled again as she attempted to kick the young officer who stepped forward to hold the board with all her relevant information in front of her chest in preparation for her frontal mugshot.
"And I have already told you that you can make your phone call after we have finished processing you," Lou growled softly as he grabbed her roughly and pulled her back, causing her kick to hit nothing but air before he repositioned her on the cross painted on the floor that indicated where a suspect stood for the mugshot. "And the longer you fight, the longer it's going to be before you get to make that call. And if you try to injure another of my officers again, I will personally place you into a holding cell until you calm down, and you won't be making any call for a couple more hours, understand?"
Scowling at Lou, Angela fell silent, gritting her teeth as she turned and faced the camera. Turning slowly to the right as she was directed to do, she stood glaring with unadulterated hatred at one of the men who had just brutally ripped all of her plans and dreams away. Her hands balled up into tight fists behind her back as she imagined herself leaping forward and wrapping her hands around his throat, slowly and painfully squeezing the life out of him. Turning around to face the left, she sternly reminded herself that that would have to wait 'til later. First, she had other more important things to take care of.
Spinning back around to face Lou again as soon as she heard the police photographer tell the scumbag Five 0 cop that they were done, she demanded again, "Okay, Pig, I let you finish processing me, now I want to call my phone call. Now!"
Lou sighed. If he had his way, he would happily lock this woman up and throw away the key without allowing her to speak to anyone. But he was a cop, and he was not going to risk allowing some smarmy lawyer to get this woman off just because he had not followed the arrest procedure by the book and had taken too long to allow her to make her one phone call. Not after all she had forced Steve and Danny to endure in her sick attempts of revenge.
Grabbing her arm again, he led her back across to the booking desk before he reluctantly uncuffed her hands and snapped, "Who do you want to call?"
Smiling sweetly, Angela winked. "Why, I just want to call my lawyer of course. Who else would I want to call?"
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Lou looked up from the arrest report he was filling in as the young, well-dressed man carrying a briefcase entered and paused near the door. Smoothing down the dark blue suit jacket he was wearing and confidently running his hand over his well-kept hair, the young man strode across to the sergeant standing at the booking desk. Pulling out a card from an inside pocket of his jacket, he handed it across the desk to the sergeant as he quietly introduced himself. "Jordan Rollings, Mrs. Hawkins' lawyer. I understand you are holding my client here. May I ask what the charges against my client are?"
Glancing down at the long list of prisoners currently held in custody to make certain that he could accurately tell the lawyer the long list of charges being brought against the woman who had attempted to kill two of their own, Ron located Angela's name before he looked back up, glancing across at Lou who had pushed away the report he was writing and rose from his seat. Returning his attention back to the lawyer as Lou reached the younger man's side, he announced, "Mrs. Hawkins is currently charged with aggravated kidnapping of two police officers, attempted murder of both officers, torture, deprivation of liberty, attempted fraud, and resisting arrest."
"Your client has also been charged with aggravated assault on a police officer, and that's just for starters. If Detective Williams dies, she will be facing murder in the first degree. And that means life." Lou added, before glancing back at the desk sergeant and announcing, "I will take care of Mr. Rollings, Ron."
"If she is found guilty," the lawyer reminded him as he signed the prisoner visitor's sign-in book and followed Lou to the holding cell area. Reaching the steel-barred interview room door, the lawyer turned and sneered at Lou. "And I don't intend on that happening. Now if you excuse me, I want to talk to my client alone," he announced as he opened the door and stepped into the room before the bars clanged firmly shut behind him.
Standing at the door, he waited until the officer locked the door and walked away before he turned back to the woman at the table watching him with a small triumphant smile on her face.
"Did you have any trouble?" Angela asked as he walked around the table and kissed her cheek.
He shook his head. "No, it went just as you predicted it would. If they decide to check, they will see I'm a lawyer, there's nothing to make them suspect that I am anything more." Walking back around to the other side of the table, he placed the empty briefcase on the table and sat down, frowning. "So, what happened? We had it all planned."
"I don't know." Angela shook her head before she paused, silent for a moment as she stared the door before she suddenly looked back at the young man sitting opposite her and spat out, "I'm betting it was that bastard, McGarrett! He must have warned the other cops somehow! The bastard somehow set me with a fake buyer and had his friends outside to follow me. And somehow, he also managed to tip them off about where we had his partner, I heard them talking about finding Williams over the police radio and calling for an ambulance. They said he was alive. I don't know how that bastard did it, but this is all his fault!"
Jordan's frown deepened in confusion as he looked across at the furious woman on the other side of the table. He asked, "Where is David? Did he manage to get away?"
"He's dead." Angela answered succinctly as she rose to her feet and wandered across to the barred window, glancing out at the darkening skyline just beyond. She turned back to look at the shocked young man still sitting at the table, staring at her as she reached inside the top of her dress and pulled a paper tissue she had tucked under the strap of her bra, using it to dab a crocodile tear that she allowed to trickle down her face as she whispered, "I heard the cops who found Williams also announced that they had one suspect down and asked for the coroner to attend the scene on the police radio. I bet McGarrett's cops shot him down like a dog in the street probably when he was trying to surrender. He was only a baby, a baby, Jordan, and now they have killed him! They murdered my baby boy in cold blood, just like McGarrett murdered your father. And now, McGarrett is going to try and murder me."
"That's not going to happen," Jordan told her softly, glancing towards the door to ensure they were still alone before he jumped up from his seat and hurried across to his mother. Wrapping his arms around her, he gently kissed the top of her head as he whispered, "I promise, that's not going to happen."
"And just how are you going to stop it?" Angela demanded as she pulled out of her son's embrace.
Jordan smiled the same smile his mother smiled each time she had spoken about her plans for revenge as they were growing up after McGarrett had murdered his father with his contemptuous lies in court. "They have forty-eight to seventy-two hours to bring you before a judge for arraignment…"
"Forty-eight to seventy-two hours?" Angela shrieked.
"Shhh," Jordan warned her softly as he darted another furtive look towards the door before he returned his attention back to his mother. "But the cop who brought me to the interview room seems pretty confident that they have a strong case against you so I doubt they will wait that long. So, to arraign you, they are going to have to take you to the courthouse…"
Angela nodded. "So?"
"Leave it to me." Jordan smiled as he turned and walked back to the table and picked up his briefcase and called out to the officer to open the door so he could leave. Turning back to his mother, he said softly, "I promise we will get revenge not only for dad but for David as well. Trust me."
Nodding, Angela smiled with pride as she watched Jordan walk across to the door and wait for the officer to reach the interview cell and unlock the door without even looking back at her.