This feels pretty weird, as I've never done a cop OC and Sherlock is the closest I've done in crime writing. Most of this is information from google or cop shows, which I know aren't accurate.
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Loki folded his arms watching from the one way mirror of the interrogation room. A solid room with nothing but a metal table and two chairs across from each other. The man, Mickson, sat at the table with his wrists cuffed to it. He kept muttering to himself, looking around the room, he banged the table once but never showed any signs to try and escape.
The door opened, in the glass reflection Loki could see Charlotte entering the small room. A bandage was over the bridge of her nose, thankfully not broken. "Sergeant will be here in a moment. He has to supervise when I question him." She informed, joining his side. He gave a nod awaiting for the Sergeant's arrival.
"If he is the culprit?" He asked.
"Case solved, and he will do an evaluation with you on how I did." She explained.
There was a fall of silence before she turned to him. "How did you do it?" His brows knotted at her question. "You lifted that heaving man into the air, it was like he weighed less than a puppy. With one single hand over the ledge."
He scoffed, "I'm stronger than most." Loki told.
"I ain't buying it." She folded her arms, leaning against the wall behind her. Loki turned to her, clasping his hands behind his back. "You managed to unlock the door without a key or tool kit, then you hold the guy with one grip of your hand. Are you some sort of secret agent or some shit?"
"Far from it." He countered. "I've told you what I am before, were they words of lie or truth?"
She scowled and turned away toward the mirror. Her thoughts lingered on this man and his ability to outdo her. Caught the first perp, lock-pick the door, and caught this suspect without breaking a sweat. Was he doing this on purpose to make her look bad? Charlotte was supposed to be showing herself as detective material, and Loki doing nearly all the work was just making it harder for her.
"How's your nose?" Charlotte looked to him, breaking from her thoughts. "I'd imagine scowling that easily gives no pain?"
"It's fine." She answered curtly. "Just the way he kicked caused a bloody nose. I would've gotten him for sure if he hadn't kicked me."
"That's what to expect when chasing fugitives." The two turned to find Johnson entering the room. His face was as serious as a statue. "Consider yourself lucky he didn't have weapons in his home."
Charlotte nodded, letting her arms loose at her side. "Shall I start the interrogation, sir?"
Johnson waved her off and she left to the room. "How was she?" He asked, taking Charlotte's spot beside Loki.
"She followed the rules as she stated need be, kept her caution-"
"I mean her performance." Loki held a puzzlement look. "She failed to enter the home, got injured chasing the suspect, and nearly lost him on the roof. If Lane hadn't had you there, she'd find herself back on the beat."
Loki thought on his words, his eyes gazing through the mirror as Charlotte entered the interrogation room. She brought the folders and started asking for his name, which he complied, but still argued he did nothing wrong.
"I told you, I had nothing to do with it." Mickson kept repeating.
"Mickson, you're the only other worker who has access to the bar, and your boss has never seen him before." She countered. "Might I add you were hiding when we arrived and ran for the roof?"
"You would too if two cops broke into your home!" He argued.
"We didn't break in, and you assaulted an officer." She threw back, gently tapping the tip of her nose.
He threw a hand up, or attempted to with the cuffs. "Accident. How was I supposed to know you were within kicking range?" Mickson leaned back. "I should be suing you, your man dangling me over a ledge like some garbage bag."
She sighed, "You can deal with him on that, I told him to put you down and he did. Now, back to the case." taking the photos out and showing him the pictures of the dead man. "Nick Stolesman, ever heard of him?"
Mickson suddenly held a look of horror. "W-Wait, the victim was Nicky?"
Her brows shot up, folding her arms. "So you do know him?"
"Y-Yeah, of course! He was my sister's music tutor. He was a sweet guy, loved to have him visit and all that. Nicky was like part of the family." Mickson explained, his voice growing emotional.
Charlotte felt this case take a sudden turn out of left field. "So, you would never hurt or murder him?"
"What!? Never!" He barked, offended by the question. His eyes scanned the photos, fingers curling. "My sis will be devastated by this. I swear," He looked back right into her eyes. "It wasn't-"
"Wait."
Charlotte stood, taking a key out and unlocking the cuffs. Through the mirror, Loki watched as she let his wrists free, but then sat back down and held the man's wrists the same way she had held Loki's in the car.
"This again." Groaned the Sergeant at his side.
Loki watched, tilting his head toward him. "What is she doing?" He asked, as if he hadn't seen this method before.
"Oh, Lane thinks she can tell when a person is lying by feeling their pulse, or watching their facial expressions. She read it in her ridiculous books once and thinks it works." Johnson shook his head. "Near childish."
Loki's brows knotted, watching intently through the glass. "Is it possible for her to actually tell if people are lying? A human lie detector?"
He shrugged, "Not im possible. Only problem is it can't be held up in court, even with a polygraph test." Johnson told. "He needs an alibi."
The god thought of something, took a step back then turned to Johnson. "May I?" He asked, nodding to the glass.
"Go for it, she might need a hand." He told.
Loki nodded and left the small room, turning down the hall and entering the interrogation room. The two looked at his entrance, he shut the door behind him and cleared his throat. Charlotte let the man's wrists go and stood, walking over to Loki
"Is he lying?" Loki asked in a low voice.
Charlotte folded her arms. "I don't think he is, but that doesn't help. We need an alibi from him and if he can't get someone to vouch for him, he might be pinned for the murder. That's too risky, arresting someone on a wrongful crime." She sighed, combing her fingers through her hair.
Loki saw a glimpse of defeat in her eyes, she really wants to be a detective and showed the ambitions and stride for it. She felt the smallest mistake could have taken away from her. Judging how hard Johnson was on her about this, he could see the stress of it rising in Charlotte. A stumble of a step here or there, but she was determined and that was enough for him.
He glanced to the mirror, then to her. Thankfully no camera was in this room, so his magic wouldn't be seen over a tape if the current audience he had wouldn't notice.
"Take his wrists." Loki ordered, Charlotte glanced up frowning. "Go on; We need to find his alibi, and need you to detect his lies." He smiled with encouragement.
Charlotte hesitated, then sighed. She returned to her seat and took the man's wrists, pressing her thumb onto his veins. Loki leaned against the wall behind her, right beside the mirror as he watched.
"Mickson, in order to prove your innocence, we need to assure you were not at the bar during the time of the murder." He nodded when Charlotte explained this. "Where were you between 2am and 10am?"
Mickson chewed his lip, looking down to recall that moment in time. "I… I can't remembered…"
Loki tilted his head, standing to walk around behind him. "Take your time." He told, a hand pressed by his shoulder but allowing his finger to just brush the back of his head.
With his magic, Loki recalled the memory for the man. He saw Mickson laying on his couch, looking to be in a drunk coma with a few other people around him. Though they seemed just as drunk as he was, bumping into walls and clinking beer bottles against others. It did explain the condition of his home when they arrived. He even saw the tv get broken when someone knocked into it.
Charlotte awaited an answer, her thumbs tighter when he suddenly gasped when Loki let him go. He stepped to the side when Mickson looked between the two, regaining the drunken memory.
"I-I was at home, drunk as all hell." He told, gulping dryly. "My… My grandmother had just passed away and my cousins came by and we got drunk. She had been seen for days and we knew it was going to happen."
The man heaved a few breaths, keeping his emotions intact the best he could. "I don't think my cousins even remember it, but I remember it like it just came back to me." He sniffled, Charlotte let a wrist go for up to wipe his nose on his shirt sleeve.
"You just now remembered it? Clear as day?" She questioned, very rarely do people remember drunken stupors. She had arrested many drunk people on the street, who don't remember a single thing the following morning.
"Yeah! It-It just hit me! But I remember, we got the call at midnight and I just sat home crying until my cousins got there around 2:30 something in the morning. We got drunk and I woke up around late noon."
"Sounds truthful to me." Loki spoke up, having seen the memory it was completely true to him.
"Same, but mind if we call your cousins? Just to be safe." Mickson nodded and Charlotte let his other hand go. She and Loki left the room once he gave them their contacts.
A short call later, and the cousins revived as much of the story as they could remember. But, one did get up for work around 10am and saw his cousin on the couch out cold. Loki waited for the results by the front door, when he saw Charlotte approach he spotted a relieved look on her, Mickson followed behind cuff free.
"You're free to go, Mickson." Charlotte told him.
"Thank you, and seriously- Sorry about the nose." He told her. "I never hit women, I swear. Let alone a cop."
Charlotte chuckled, "I've had worse on the job, trust me." she patted his back. "I'm sorry about your grandmother, and Nicky. Take care of yourself, and might want to talk to your boss. He's ready to sack you if you don't get back to work."
"Oh, shit!" Mickson bolted out the precinct, heading toward the bar no doubt.
Loki grinned, looking down at her. "Good job on detecting any lies." He praised her.
She sighed. "Don't go praising me yet, we still got a murder with a killer out there somewhere."
Charlotte was right, and with their lead now innocent, who had killed Nick Stolesman? The owner didn't know him and he had been questioned before she took the case and was cleared.
"There must be someone who can access the bar." She muttered to herself, tapping the tip of her finger to her lips in thought.
Loki chewed his inner lip, he had expected this case to be solved within a day. But when he looked at the clock on the wall, he noticed it was past noon and nearing evening at this point.
"It might be best to get back to it in the morning." Loki suggested, "We could ask the bar owner more questions then."
Charlotte let an aggravated groan out, internally knowing he was right but felt her feet frigged to the spot. Thinking if she left so would the case from her grasp.
"He's right, Lane." The two looked up when Johnson approached them. "Sometimes, detectives have to go back to square one or even ease back. Maybe this case was too hard for you with little evidence."
Charlotte was about to argue, but Loki stepped in. "Sergeant, I assure you, she will solve this case." Johnson eyed the dark haired man, Charlotte blinked at having someone defend her. "Just hitting a snag at the moment. Tomorrow morning, she'll be fresh to start the search."
Johnson's eyes scanned Charlotte, she stiffened as if she was going under inspection by the police commissioner himself. His eyes thinned then shifted to Loki, who raised his brows with a convincing smile. Johnson seemed persuaded and nodded to the two.
"Come back bright eyed and bushy tailed, Lane. This is your once in a lifetime chance." He warned, then turned to head back to his office.
Never had someone defended her before, not since her father. She always had been toughened up by her mother, her sister, her teachers, and various bosses. Charlotte was used to defending herself, handling things on her own, and dealing with the repercussions of failure.
She walked along the road to head home, Loki had departed from her but told her where he could find her if anything in the case came up. She frowned when she got the address, The Ritz-Carlton in Center City. He was to stay here for a year, he claimed. Did he struggle to find a temporary home or was he really expecting to stay at a hotel for a whole year?
It was dark by the time she got home, greeting and eager Mitsy. She pocketed the address and tossed her coat onto the couch before flopping onto it face first into a pillow. She kicked her shoes off, letting them clunk to the floor. A light groan was muffled, her head turned and she grabbed the remote turning the television on. Murder, She Wrote was on but she actually wasn't in the mood for it and started flicking through the channels. Because she had no cable, she was watching off a satellite dish, which only got her so many channels to choose from. Charlotte didn't mind though, she wasn't into sports so she didn't need the other three hundred useless sports channels she'd never use.
But finding nothing on, she sighed and turned it off, flipping onto her back to hug the pillow to her stomach. Mitsy whined from her spot at the end of the couch, Charlotte glanced down and tucked her legs in allowing the large dog to jump up and curl at her feet.
"Mickson didn't do it. Mr. Winston didn't do it. Who else is there?"
Her phone's ringtone went off, alerting her someone was calling. Hearing Matthew Wilder's Break my Stride, she sat up and reached for her coat fishing out her cell phone. Seeing the caller ID, she resisted to toss it away but answered it nonetheless.
"Not really in the mood tonight, Eloise." She muttered, laying back and rubbing her eyes.
"I just wanted to talk about upcoming Christmas plans, Lotte." Came a voice that matched Charlotte's, only higher pitched with a chipper tune. "You haven't come to Christmas dinner since you moved out, you gotta come to this one."
"I don't 'gotta' do anything, Eloise." She stated, her voice gravely compared to her sister.
A sigh was heard. "You know I hate that name, it's Ellie." She corrected her.
"And you know I hate being called Lotte, so I'll stop when you stop." Charlotte countered.
"We're not talking names, Sissy!" Eloise brushed off. "We're talking about dinner and Christmas."
"Did mom put you up to this?" She asked, dropping her arm over her eyes, just imagining the woman right now. "She never bothered to ask before, why suddenly care now?"
"Yeah that was before she started questioning if you're dead yet." Typical, Charlotte thought. "What are you up to these days? I haven't been able to drop by in a long while."
And that long while was peaceful. "I'm a cop, Eloise. You know I'm busy here, especially in the city."
"Come on, you have to be getting day offs for Christmas?"
Truthfully, Charlotte purposely worked on Christmas to avoid her family. She at times had to beg to take other's shifts just to keep herself busy for the day in case her sister dropped by without warning.
"A cop's job is never done." She answered, getting to her feet and wandering toward her kitchen where a calendar hung by magnets on her fridge. Christmas fell on a Friday this year.
"New Year's?"
"Even busier. You know how people like to party in the city, you're one of them." She threw at her, opening the fridge to check what to have for dinner. "Anyway, if mom is really concerned where I am for Christmas this year, why didn't she ask me herself?"
Eloise seemed to struggle for an answer. If there was the worst liar in the world, it was her sister, Eloise. "You know how busy mom is-"
"Doing?"
"...Doing mom things."
She rolled her eyes. "Mom can ask me herself, I gotta get dinner ready. Bye." Charlotte hung up and placed the phone down as she properly searched her fridge.
Charlotte didn't really have an appetite, so she grabbed an apple and washed it, before taking a huge bite. Then her phone rang again, she sighed and picked it up. "Hello?"
"Did you hang up on your sister?" Snarled the voice of her damned mother.
"Mom! I'm shocked you actually called. You know, I don't even have your number in here with the amount of times you call?" Charlotte retorted.
Her mother huffed. "Do not give me that tone, Charlotte Lane. Ellie asked an innocent question and you had the gull to hang up?"
Charlotte leaned against the counter, tossing the apple up and down in her hand. "Funny thing mom, is that when I don't want to talk, that button is just useful to stop the person from talking. Isn't technology fascinating?"
"Charlotte Lane, stop it with the attitude!" She screeched, Charlotte having to pull the phone away for a moment. Her mother would be so loud that it could be mistaken for being on speaker phone.
"You will be coming to Christmas dinner this year and I expect you here on Christmas Eve! Do you understand!?"
"Yes, I understand I don't live in your house, I don't have to go by your word." Charlotte took another bite, grinning to herself. "Did you understand that?"
"Why do you have to act like such a snobby bitch, Charlotte? Think you're better than us being in that city?" She snapped, making her lean the phone from her ear again. "I did not raise you to be such a smart ass. You got that from your father."
Charlotte scoffed, placing the apple down on the counter. "You make it as if getting something from dad is like a disease. I rather like his smart ass mouth than your selfish ass."
There was silence on the phone, Charlotte raised a brow then heard her again. "This is why I never asked for you to come to Christmas dinner. But this is important to your sister, she's engaged."
Charlotte frowned, her shoulders slumping. "What?"
"Yes, your dearest only sister is getting married next month and wanted you to come to meet her husband. But you had to be a heartless brat and ignore us all these years. At least she's happy with her life, Charlotte. Maybe if you gotten yourself a man instead of a badge, you'd be happy-"
Charlotte then hung up and threw the phone across the room. She could care less if it smashed to pieces or not. She slid down the counter and huddled her legs up, hiding her face against her knees feeling the scowl stay on her face. After a few moments of heavy breathing to calm down, she heard the patter of Mitsy approaching her. Her cold nose nudged her arm, prompting Charlotte to feel for her head and gently give a scratch in thanks. Mitsy sat down and pressed up against her to comfort her owner.
Her little sister, her stupid naive little sister was engaged. Last she checked, when she dropped by unexpected two weeks ago, she had just gotten over a breakup. Was it the same douchebag before, which was now douchebag number twenty-seven, or a new one soon to be douchebag-in-law.
An hour ago, Charlotte wanted her mind off of the case for the evening, but now she just wanted to work on it again.
Loki sighed, laying on the large king sized bed of the hotel he was currently paying for. He didn't know how long he'd stay at this hotel, but so long as he remembered to conjure enough money, he could stay as long as possible. He wasn't fond of the apartments or townhouses residing in the city, he was half tempted to check outside the city limits. Loki had dressed out of his suit and was in his lounge wear of the tunics he felt comfortable with from home.
The prince always kept the do not disturb sign hanging on the doorknob in the hall. Since the room maids seemed to love to check in for a clean up more than he assumed they should. Even the maidens on Asgard to tend to his chambers weren't as persistent to bother him as these maids were.
Other than that, it was an okay hotel. The shower was small and bed was mediocre at best, he had found a few needles in the rug, making him cast a spell to find any other sharp objects on the floor expecting a knife hidden somewhere. The carpet itself was thin and felt like he was walking on cement. It was also a small room, despite them claiming it's their best. The bed took up most of the space, making him shuffle between the dresser and bed to access the desk and window. A well sized tv sat upon the dresser, and a closet was found beside it. The bathroom near the bedside table was small as well, poorly lit and smelled. The hotel had a gym and spa, but Loki thought best to avoid it with the amount of mortals he saw wandering around the building.
Loki had assumed he would be getting those suites he saw in the catalog when he arrived, but they were booked so he ended up with a lesser normal room. To say he was living the life was far from it. He'd seen snobby looking rich mortals meandering about the building. When he tried to give the television a shot, he found many if not only, various Christmas movies playing. They all were involved in the heart of family and love, something Loki didn't want to hear about right now.
Thankfully he had the free range of using his magic in the room. He moved furniture about, casting illusions and floating small objects to entertain himself. He was twirling his fingers as he laid on the bed, arm behind his head of the pillow that was fiercely too soft. Above him pens and taks he found in the desk drawer were spinning around in the air a few inches from the ceiling. He spun the pencils now and then just to get a thrill of something. He wasn't tired, but had grown hungry, Loki just didn't have it in him to get up, get dressed, and go find a meal. He had a better time hunting with his brother in the forests of Nornheim then searching for food in this loud city.
It was then his phone rang, which never happened. Loki flicked his wrist, letting the floating items rest on the desk as he sat up. He took the phone, pressing it to his ear. "Mr. Odinson, room 203?" A woman asked, one he knew from the front desk.
"Yes?"
"There is a guest here, Charlotte Lane."
Oh, she must have found a lead. "Good, send her up."
"Yes, sir."
Loki hung up and wandered over to the mirror, eyeing his reflection. Before him his clothing shapeshifted under a green light passing over his form. His tunics transformed into black trousers and a dark blue dress shirt, his dress shoes worn in case he had to leave. Loki checked himself just as there was a knock on the door.
"Hopefully she has a lead to this ridiculous case." He muttered before opening the door and greeting Charlotte. "Good evening, is there a lead in the case/."
She gave a nervous smile and held up a bag. "Actually, I wanted to talk about that over dinner." He eyed the paper bag in plastic, she smiled. "Don't worry, it's not cheese steak. Something a bit finer for your taste."
He stepped aside, ushering her in and closing the door. "Wow, I expected you to have a suite." She commented, looking over the small room.
"Unfortunately, they were all taken. So, I'm in this dreary excuse of a room." He told, taking the bag from her and shuffling to the desk to unload the hot food.
"If I had known, I would've offered you to come to my place. It's a mansion compared to this."
Charlotte removed her coat and hung it in the closet. She had changed into a tan sweater that looked cozy on her, as expected since she had gotten blood on her shirt from that injury earlier. Loki had noticed the bandage no longer on her nose, but a distinct bruise growing on her cheek.
"So, ever had Chinese?" He raised a brow and then looked down, opening the bag.
The amazing scenes of chicken, rice, and other scents wafted into his face. His stomach immediately growled demanding for the food to be given now. Charlotte chuckled and walked over -shimmying past the bed and dresser- and got out the containers.
"I thought chicken and broccoli would be a good start for you." She took out a plastic round container that held the meat and vegetables, then a bag that looked to be dripping with red sauce.
"I got some ribs for us to share, some rice and shrimp egg rolls. Along with," She held up a few small bags, "fried wanton strips. Can't have Chinese without these bad boys!"
She laid out each container then handed him some chopsticks as she held her own. "Feel free to pig out, and keep whatever you want as leftovers."
He watched as she took the final container that had had what he assumed salmon by the bright color under the clear lid. "I got myself grilled salmon." She moved to the chair in the corner, tucking herself up and preparing to eat as she got comfortable.
Loki was perplexed by her entrance and sudden abundance of food. He turned to her, watching her poke around her salmon with her chop stick and pick a peace out. Charlotte blew on the steaming hot fish meat and took a sample bite, humming at the taste she was enjoying from the grilled fish.
"Go on." She urged, finding him just staring at her..
He blinked at her, leaning back against the desk. "What's all this for?"
Charlotte swallowed, placing her bitten piece down. "It's thanks for standing up for me against Johnson." She shrugged and stood to collect some rice into her dish. "No one's ever done that for me before. So, thanks." Her smile was sent his way and returned to her seat.
"Eat up, it's better fresh. Got it straight from China Town." Waving her chopsticks at him, she returned to her meal.
Appeasing to her, Loki collected the container, chopsticks, and a bag of the noodles while sitting at his bed to eat his meal. "I know what it's like to be talked down like so."
She glanced up, "Your dad?" she asked. He glanced up, opening his container and copying the way she held her chopsticks. "Does your dad play favorites?"
"In a way." He told, watching her pick up the salmon, once again copying her to pick up his sauce layered chicken. "My older brother, he resembles the perfect… everything in his eyes. I'm not the same, I stand out from everyone in my home."
He bit into his chicken ignoring the hot meat and just chewed it quickly. "My mom was the same with my little sister- still is." She told him. "I got a younger twin sister, and she was always favored."
He looked at her, "Even as twins?" he asked.
"We are identical, but there are small differences." Charlotte told. "She dyed her hair brown, last I saw, and she doesn't have a birthmark like I do."
She lowered her chopsticks and lowered the collar of her sweater to show the birthmark on her shoulder just above her breast. It was like a blotch in a tilted oval shape.
"She also has a higher pitched voice, compared to my lower tone." She told, purposely graveling her voice making Loki chuckle. "What's your brother like, opposite of you?"
"Exactly that." Loki resisted to scowl at his chicken. "Built like a warrior, bright blond hair, blue eyes, beard much like father. Spitting image of him."
"So, you get your looks from your mother?" She asked.
Loki frowned at first, but the thought of his mother brought a smile. "No, my mother has beautiful long blond hair, and the kindest eyes that match the skies. She is slender but strong and fierce, the wisest of my home."
Charlotte heard the earnest way he spoke of his mother, it brought a smile to her lips. "She sounds like a sweet woman."
Loki turned to her, "Oh, she is. She taught me everything I know." he told her.
She raised a brow, moving from her spot to sit beside him on the bed. "Everything?"
Shit, he let that slip. "Yes, my father favored teaching my brother, while I was taught by my mother. She made me feel equal to my brother, to step out from his shadow."
Charlotte assumed something of home school, knowing education could be vastly different to how it was here in America. "My dad wasn't like that, he loved my sister and me equally. He was my best friend, sort of like your relationship with your mom. He taught me mechanics, computers, how to take care of myself and even defend myself. We watched mystery movies and shows, like those old Sherlock tv shows when they were black and white."
Loki smiled, seeing her grin at her memories. Her father sounded like an extraordinary man, much like her love for him as his love for his mother. But he noticed the past tense towards him, hinting something had happened.
"Loki," She moved her food onto the bed side table, turning to him. "It's because of him I want to be a detective, and it's my mother I want to prove as well that I can be that. Not follow what she wants out of me, but my own path, my own future of what I want."
Her eyes gazed down at her lap, rubbing her thumb against her knuckles of her other hand. He sensed the turmoil in her, like her soul was in knots and mind was blocked with anxiety. Charlotte Lane knew what she wanted, and who was to say she couldn't be that. She held the ambition, determination, and passion for it. He admired her for that.
"Charlotte Lane," She looked up at her name leaving his lips. "I truly believe you are striving down the right path-"
Suddenly her phone went off, her ringtone of Break My Stride played alerting Loki to look around at the sudden music. "Shit, sorry, hold that thought."
Charlotte took to climbing over the bed uncouthly to reach the closet and get her phone out, ending the song. "Hello?"
Loki continued with his food, finding the sauce swimming with his chicken and broccoli a texture of greatness. He had yet to try the noodles as the bag rested in his lap.
"Sergeant? Good evening! ...What!?" Loki turned, standing abruptly at her cry. "Seriously, when?" A muttering was heard, Charlotte nodding as she brought her hand to her forehead. Her features held shock as she just accepted what was being said.
Her eyes fell on Loki for a second. "Y-Yeah, I'll tell him. Sure, see you there." Charlotte hung up, staring at her phone.
Loki put his food down, walking around to stand before her. "What's wrong?"
Her eyes searched for something that wasn't there, then met his. She looked stunned and horrified. "Mickson's dead."
EXTRA long chapter today! I forgot I used to write chapters almost 20 pages long so trying to get back into that! Have a SAFE New Years this week everyone! That includes drinking responsibly, do NOT fuck around with fireworks and keep your distance from COVID!
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