Emily Owen was lying in her private cell in the police station. She had been there for two nights in a row. Captain Nash came round from time to time to bring her food and water and to apologise for the broken air conditioning system.
It’s like a sauna in here, she thought to herself as she looked out of the window and wondered how it could still be so hot after the sun had set long ago. She got up and moved around, trying to generate movement in the air but it only made her feel worse. The only other option was putting her in the public cell with all of the recent arrests. She questioned whether that might be preferable, if only for a few minutes to cool down.
She was relieved when the Captain had told her that he had heard her husband was safe and well. She had feared the worst when she heard about the commotion downtown. Somehow she knew he was involved.
Andrew had told her that if she ever fell into the hands of the police then someone would try to collect her. According to him, she would be safer on her own than with the police but if there was no other option; she would have to re-join him. She had been very scared when the police arrived to pick her up but after two days of sitting around she thought her husband was probably just being his usual over-protective self and that she would be fine once he came to collect her.
She had been resistant to Nash’s questioning so far. He had only spent fleeting moments with her though. It seemed to her that he didn’t have a lot of time on his hands and was always rushing off to deal with something else.
There was a knock at the cell door followed by the familiar voice of Captain Nash. He opened the small flap in the metal door and peeked inside. ‘Emily, how are you doing in there?’
‘Same as before, still baking. I must be nearly done now.’
‘Again, I’m very sorry about this. As soon as we have a detective available to question you or we get rid of the suspects in the holding pen, we’ll be able to move you. I don’t think that’s going to happen for a while yet though.’
‘Can you bring me some more water please?’
‘Of course. I’m just going to get your dinner so I’ll bring plenty of water as well.’
Emily thanked Captain Nash and heard his footsteps move away from the cell door. Then she heard something else, something she wasn’t expecting.
The sound of glass shattering.
Then a woman’s scream.
Then a gunshot. Followed by another, and another.
The terrifying sound of gunshots, shouting and screaming seeped into the cell. Emily banged on the door.
‘Captain Nash! Captain Nash! What’s going on?’
There was no answer other than more screams.
She sat down on the bed and curled into a ball in the corner.
Something terrible is happening out there. It is anything to do with Andrew? Is this anything to do with me?
As suddenly as the noise had started, it stopped. There was silence from the corridor outside. The sound of footsteps made their way down the corridor and stopped at the door. The metal flap opened for a second, then slammed shut.
‘Captain Nash?’ Emily asked, her voice cracking with fear.
Again, there was no answer.
A key was placed in the lock and there was a loud clunk as the door swung open and hit the wall.
Emily didn’t recognise the man standing at the door with blood dripping down his face. He was dressed in black with a sword tied to his belt.
There was no one alive in the police station to hear Emily’s screams as he launched himself across the room and dragged her out of the cell.
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