Note: Sat down and finished Chapter Six earlier today, and this just flowed brilliantly, remember to leave a review! Two Chapters in a day guys, don't get too used to it! Again, I haven't read over this chapter, so make sure to tell me if there are any issues! Thanks!

Chapter Seven
Marcus led me up to the nearby patrol car, which had been waiting outside this whole time under the cover of darkness. I struggled as the police officers hauled me around, my legs buckling without my crutches. Marcus seemed relatively unhappy with what was being done, but he stayed silent and didn't even look at me.

This big burly officer swung me forward and slammed me into the car door, chuckling slightly as he pushed me inside. As the door closed on me, I realized just how tight the cuffs were on my wrists, and tried to wriggle my arms slightly. That's when the burly police officer, who had just entered the front of the vehicle turned to look at me, fear in his eyes.

"If you make one more fucking move, I'll blow your head clean off. And I'm not even kidding pal. I know what you guys get up to out there, and I'm not having any of it." He warned, before starting the ignition of the car, and moving us off towards the police station.

My head was spinning by this point. What was going on? Surely this fucker didn't believe I'd actually be able to hurt him, in this position? With no hands and barely any use in my legs? And what was going on with Mindy? Did she get arrested or something, or was she in trouble? I kept insisting to myself that this was Hit-Girl, not just Mindy Macready; she could handle herself against anyone.

I knew I was kidding myself though, at least a little bit. Sure Mindy could handle herself, but she'd got into quite a few tough spots in the past. Heck, even Chris's dad managed to smash her through a table and almost blow her head off, and the same with Mother Russia. She'd had quite a few close calls in the past, and this simply made me feel uneasy.

Driving through the town, I noticed there were three or four other cop cars with us, I wondered why, until I saw the crowds of people waiting outside of the police station.

"What's going on? Can you guys tell me what's happened?" I asked, but the response I got was a simple 'Shut the fuck up. Before I shut you up.' from the kind gentleman in the front driving. And with that, I still had absolutely no fucking idea what was going on.

Before long the car had stopped and I was being dragged out, and hauled in through the back of the station, out of sight. As they strung me through the hallways I looked for signs of anything that was going on, but everywhere was empty. There were no other officers about, but before long I found myself being placed in an interview room with none other than Marcus.

He walked in the room and stared at me coldly for a moment, before pulling up a chair and walking over to the recorder currently recording, and turning it off. That's when I realized he must want to talk to me privately.

He looked tired, very tired, and to be honest I wondered how many cups of coffee he'd drank today to keep himself awake.

"Dave, I need to ask you a few questions, and I'm being serious here. I need the correct answers, no lies, and no excuses. I just want the truth." He said calmly, wiping beading sweat from his forehead in the process. I just nodded to him and he coughed gently, before pulling out a few sheets of papers, and throwing over a picture of Mindy. But it wasn't just a normal photograph; it was none other than a plain and simple mug shot. My blood ran absolutely cold.

"Were you aware that Miss Macready was back in the city, and have you seen or spoken to her since she went missing over two years ago now?" he asked calmly, before staring at me right in the eye. "Think before you answer Dave."

He wanted me to lie, I could tell straight away. I could simply feel it from how he phrased his words. I know Marcus didn't want me to go to jail, if that's what had happened to Mindy. It just seemed obvious to anyone that I was the most connected person to her, even the police knew that, especially Marcus.

"No. I haven't seen her since she left, I didn't even know she was in prison until you showed me this shot." I replied, passing him back the photograph.

He just shrugged, before collecting his papers from the desk.
"You'll be held here over night then Dave, just while we work some things out. You'll probably be released on bail tomorrow. You've only been charged for safety measures. It's okay, I'll be the one watching the cell this time." He claimed, implying about when my father died.

Marcus lead me to my cell, and told me a few things while walking there. That Mindy was now in prison, awaiting trial. She was delivered to another police station in another state by a band of men, who were wearing masks. They threw her out of an oncoming vehicle. Obviously Mindy is a wanted criminal, and everyone knew that. In my opinion of course, Mindy did nothing wrong. But Murder is Murder, y'know?

I guess all I could do at the time was wait, just wait it out until I got out of that cell and managed to try and speak to Mindy. There had to be some way out of this, and some way of finally getting rid of Chris once and for all.