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That afternoon Libby was still lying down on her bed. A soft knocking came from outside her room. "Come in," she said while opening her eyes.
A man in his early thirties entered. He was dressed in a fancy suit and tie, carrying a briefcase in his right hand. He calmly entered the room and took a seat next to the bed. "Ms. Folfax, I'm Mr. Davidson. Your parents were unable to afford a lawyer, so I am the district attorney provided to you."
Libby looked at him. "That was oddly fast."
Mr. Davidson chuckled. "Well this is a very odd case. A girl murders her father and hides the body. She gets her rival, friend, whatever, to help her. The cops think the dad kidnapped them. Later the cops think they killed the dad was murdered in self-defense, and now the cops think it was just murder. Meanwhile, you and two boys assault the mother and take off to God knows where. Now we've got five kids running around stealing cars, making bombs, and beating up cops.Do youknow where this story ends?"
"Me getting shot?" Libby asked.
"Bingo," the man said. "So, Elizabeth..."
"Libby," she corrected.
"Alright, Libby. Why did you assault Mrs. Vortex?"
Libby glared at him. "She attacked me! She's behind the whole thing!"
Davidson chuckled. "Alright, sure. The evidence is against you, Libby. We can't do the whole I'm innocent thing. You're best shot at this point is a plea bargain. You understand?"
"I didn't do anything wrong!" Libby shouted, earning her an odd look from a nurse passing by the room. Davidson got up and closed the door.
"Alright, then what really happened?" he asked her.
"You want to know what happened? I hear that Jimmy and Cindy are kidnapped. So I go to Mrs. Vortex's house to comfort her," she began to explain. For the next half hour she recounted every possible detail she remembered from the past week. When she was done, she took a deep breath and collapsed onto her pillow, completely worn out. After a moment of silence, she looked up at Mr. Davidson.
He was studying her, staring at her. She couldn't tell if he believed her or not, but she decided not to get her hopes up. "Why didn't you just go to the cops, if what you say is true?" the man asked.
Libby sighed and stared at him like he was an idiot. "Cindy's note said not to trust the cops."
Mr. Davidson stood up from his chair and started to pace the room. "How did you know that Mrs. Vortex was attacking you? After you read the note aloud?"
Libby's huge eyes held hope. "Are you saying you believe me?"
Davidson moved his chair closer to her bed and sat facing her. Their faces were barely a foot apart. "Not the whole thing. The fact remains that your friends, Jimmy and Cindy, committed murder. But you, you trusted your friends. Believed the note they left."
"My friends aren't murderers. Besides, why would they leave a note." Libby paused for a moment. She was getting a headache, and it wasn't from her injuries. "I'm confused. What the heck do you think is going on?"
Mr. Davidson stood back up and started pacing around again. "Your friends, uh, Jimmy and Cindy, murdered Mr. Vortex. Or maybe just Cindy did and Jimmy helped her escape, I don't know. At any rate, they hide the body and leave that fake note for you that says Cindy's mom's gone psycho. They run away, you see the note, believe it, and try to do the right thing. Maybe they left you the note so you would help them, thinking they were innocent."
Libby closed her eyes and thought about what he had said. Jimmy and Cindy couldn't be murderers. Could they? She thought back to Jimmy had mentioned how good Cindy was with a gun, and how Cindy had wanted to shoot at the cops right after the five of them had reunited. I don't know, she does have a violent streak.
Libby shook her head. "This is ridiculous. Cindy and Jimmy are the good guys. CIndy's mom killed Mr. Vortex, not Cindy. And that Captain Smith is a dirty cop."
Mr. Davidson turned around and looked at Libby once again. "Captain Smith is not a dirty cop. The Retroville Police Department says he's one of their best men."
"Then why didn't he hesitate to pop two bullets into me?" Libby angrily asked.
Davidson sat down in his chair and rubbed his temple. "I don't know. God, I'm getting a little confused myself."
Libby stared at him. "He's going to kill my friends. If he doesn't, then Mrs. Vortex will. We've got to help them."
Davidson laughed a little. "It is my job to believe your stor, Mrs. Folfax. But the facts still stand that you're friends committed murder."
"And you're telling me that there has never been a case in the history of the world that contained a dirty cop trying to frame someone?"
Davidson shook his head. "I'm here to defend you, not them. I have other cases to handle right now, and you have a few people that want to speak to you."
Libby's eyes lit up. "My parents?"
Davidson nodded. "And the parents of your friends. You have a long day ahead of you, Elizabeth. Good day," he said while taking his briefcase and leaving the room.