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|On The Prowl Chapter 7 (standard:mystery, 3169 words)|
|Author: Sarah Spenser||Added: Jul 07 2006||Views/Reads: 1804/1291||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|See what happens to Allie as the plot thickens and the stakes get higher!|
7. Gruesome Discovery Connor glanced at Grayner and then back at Allison. She was almost in a stupor and he tried to figure out exactly what had transpired. She continued to declare her innocence as Connor called for an ambulance. He had applied direct pressure to Harrigan's chest wounds and knew he had done everything in his power to save him. "Allie, how'd this happen?" "I ... I don't know, Connor! I didn't do this!" "Sweetheart, just calm down and tell me what happened. Can you do that?" Connor cringed when he heard sirens in the distance. He knew the ambulance couldn't have arrived that fast. Before he could think, the door burst open and Bob Frank and Bryan Sutten walked in. "Freeze, police!" "Bob, Bryan! What the hell are you doing here?" "What are you doing here, Connor?" Bob asked spotting Allison dazed and confused in the corner. "I ... I ..." "Save it, Connor. We know what this is about." Bryan said sharply. "Allie didn't do this! She told me so!" "Connor, you're officially off this case. This is a conflict of interest!" "But, Chief! ..." "Please remove yourself, Connor. Did you call an ambulance?" "Yes, it's on its way. What about Allie?" "She'll be booked and finger printed downtown." "But ..." "Connor, kindly remove yourself. Wait outside." "You called the cops on me? Are you crazy?" Allie shouted realizing her fate. "I didn't, Allie! I love you! I would never do that!" "Then how did they get here? Connor, what's going to happen to me?" "I'll meet you downtown. I don't know how they got here, sweetness, but I didn't call them!" Connor waited reluctantly on the front walk. The house was now bustling with activity, paramedics were rushing passed him; forensics and crime scene investigators were swarming all over. The news media had even started to arrive, and were camped out on the front lawn. Allison was still inside; he was waiting for her to emerge. "Allison, can you tell me what happened?" Bryan asked softly. He could tell by her eyes that she wasn't fully coherent, and went easy on her. "I don't know, Bryan! I don't remember. I remember Connor showing up." "Why did you come here?" "I ... I thought he had her." "Who had her? What are you talking about?" "Grainer, I thought Grayner had Francie! I came here to ask him." "Was he alive when you walked in?" "I can't remember." She started to sob and shake uncontrollably. "Allison, I'm going to have to take you down to the station. I need to take the gun from you. Can you hand it to me?" She hadn't even realized she was holding a gun until Bryan mentioned it. She handed it to Bryan; he placed it in an evidence bag and handed to the forensic team. "Allison, I have to cuff you now. It's standard procedure. I also have to read you your rights." She sobbed as he began to speak again. Bryan gently placed the handcuffs around her wrists and began to speak. "Allison Cassidy, you're under arrest for the attempted murder of Dr. Harrigan Grayner. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you can afford one, one will be appointed for you ..." Connor patted Allison's arm as she was led passed him. He looked into her eyes and shuttered. She was gone again, inside her own little world. But he still couldn't believe she had murdered a man. She couldn't do that, not Allie. "I love you, Allie. It's going to be all right." He said softly. He watched as Bryan helped her into the police car and sped away. Connor followed him downtown, but wasn't allowed anywhere near the interrogation room. "You know you can't go in there, Connor." Bob said curtly. "I know, Bob. Allie didn't do this. I know she didn't!" "That's all well and good, but based on the evidence we had no choice, Connor." "Go easy on her, please." "I will. She'll be arraigned in the morning." "You mean you're putting her in jail?" "Just for tonight." "But, Chief! ..." "Connor, you know it's standard procedure. This doesn't give me pleasure, Connor. Allison's a sweet lady, but the evidence speaks for itself. She probably murdered Grayner." "Probably? You have her in there on probably?" "Connor, you're off this case. Go home." "Go home? Are you crazy?" "Wait out here." "Isn't there anything I can do?" Connor asked his eyes beginning to fill with tears. "Call an attorney." Bob barked before stepping in to the interrogation room. Connor phoned Price Harmont one of Fallwood's finest attorneys. He was quite expensive, but he was also the best. He had never lost a case in his thirty-year career and Connor trusted him. As he waited for Price to arrive, Connor thought about the downward spiral his life had taken in the last few months. A madman kidnapped his daughter; his wife was in a psych ward, and now stood accused of attempted murder. He phoned Lynn and his parents as well. Within half an hour, they arrived to join Click here to read the rest of this story (203 more lines)
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