A/N: Please note: This part, which was mainly written to give a bit of a break from the angst before I dive back in, is once again with the criminal. Some things concerning the Bible are here, simply to show the way his mind works. They are not meant to be a religious statement in any way; they are merely to demonstrate how outside the box this guy really is.
"So what are you staring at?"
"What?"
"I said, what are you staring at?"
"Nothing."
"So my face is nothing, is it?
"N-no. Uh...never mind. I'll just look that way."
What happened to the good old clichés? The "what are you in for?" line so frequently on TV? I mean, aren't I supposed to tell him I'm here for killing a famous amateur detective and he's supposed to says he's here for armed robbery? And then he asks me which detective and I tell him and he tells me she's the reason he's here? Ok, so maybe that's too much fantasy, but isn't that what's supposed to happen? I thought so anyway.
Instead, I'm sitting in here, staring at the wall, bored out of my skull. I thought being a criminal, even if I was arrested, was supposed to be exciting. I mean, it's always made to be that way in the movies. And criminals always get their fifteen minutes of fame. But no reporter has spoken to me, no one has sent me letters, not even hate mail. Aren't people supposed to be outraged at me for killing her?
"Hendricks."
"Hmm?"
"Your lawyer has arrived."
"Oh." Lawyer. Ha! I don't trust them and never have. But I need one, even though I don't want one, if I want to avoid being killed. After all, the Bible says that he who kills another man shall himself be put to death. Wait...that's only another man, not a woman...I wonder if I could argue...no, no...the religious argument would never work...besides, they would state that "man" encompasses all humans, really. That means...hey, the Bible condones murder! If you kill a person, someone needs to kill you. And when that person has killed you, someone has to kill them, since that person also took a life. And so on and so on. Whoever thought that one up wasn't too bright...
"Hendricks!"
"What!" Damn guard, interrupting my philosophical thought processes...I sigh and get up to go meet my lawyer, some jerk I hired just because I need one and because he was cheap. He probably won't really help me anyway...all he's in it for is the money.
"So, "the guard says as we walk down the hallway. "I hear you're going to try to plead self-defense?"
"Yeah...d'you think it'll work?" I ask, just before he turns me over to my lawyer.
His laughter rings in my ears as he walks off. Honestly, why does everyone find it so amusing? It's the truth! Now if I can just get my lawyer to believe it...
