He nods and pulls out another picture, sliding it over to me. "You have to know this woman, right?" The picture is of Sarah, I blinked a few times and looked back up at him.

"She's my ex-wife."

"Yes, she is, but what's interesting to me is the reason for your divorce. You two were high school sweethearts, no? All these years together and suddenly—abruptly, you split. Enlighten me." He sits back in chair and crosses his arms again.

I only stare at him, refusing to answer that question.

"No answer for that one? Too personal? Does it bring up any painful thoughts... memories?"

I still say nothing, only meeting his stare.

"They've trained you well, huh?"

"Have they trained you well?" My question has him bellowing in laughter, wheezing as he comes to a stop.

"Oh! Finally something out of the uptight Logan Carter! I like it," he bangs his hand on the table and chuckles. "You know, I think you and I are going to have a good few hours. Don't you think?"

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"You can't keep me here forever, I'm sure you're aware of that. I won't say anything else about the case until my lawyer is here."

"I doubt you will, I just need you here long enough to get my evidence. I already know you're not going to admit what you did outright, and that's fine." He sits back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest.

"What evidence do you think you have?" I grit my teeth, it's been hours in this fucking room. The lawyer that was supposed to be here 2 hours ago, isn't fucking here.

"Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head about that, Logan." He smirks at me but drops it when a knock on the door draws us away from the tension in the room.

The door opens and a man—that could hardly pass as a twenty year old—walks in with a briefcase and a nervous smile. He's lanky and tall dressed in a blue button down with brown slacks.

"Dear God, tell me you aren't filling in for Jerry." I put my hands on my forehead, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Yes, he told you?" He raises his eyebrows in surprise and walks over to the seat next to me.

Davis can't contain himself, howling in laughter, going as far as to slap his knee. I scowl at him, cursing him under my breath.

"What's your name? And how old are you?" I frown as I look at the young lawyer.

"Maven Lucas, sir, age 25, I'm also your criminal defense attorney."

He reeks of innocence, inexperience and naivety. "How many cases have you had?"

"This will be my first official case but don't worry, Jerry could've picked any one to send you and he sent me. You've known him longer than me and I'm sure you know he has good judgement. Let's just tackle one thing at a time." He gives me a glance before looking at his briefcase and nodding to himself.

I sigh and force myself to believe him, I don't have much of a choice.

"Let's proceed with your questions, Lieutenant."

Davis pulls a vibrating phone out of his pocket and holds up a finger, walking to a corner of the room to speak.

"Can he do that?" I ask.

"Yeah, he can."

The call is short, no longer than a minute before he walks back over to us.

Davis smirks and puts his hands flat on the table. "Yasmin Krämer, she was your coworker, right?"

"Yes, she was."

"Did Yasmin and you ever have engage in a sexual relationship?"

Maven cuts in with a grimace, "Don't answer that—"

"Okay, how would you describe your personal relationship with Yasmin Krämer?" Davis cuts his eyes at Maven then looks back to me.

"We were friends."

"Close friends? Best friends? Did you see each other outside of work?"

"A few times, yes."

"Yasmin was a very beautiful woman, no? She had quite the male attention, but from my sources, she was more often than not seen with you."

"I don't hear a question." I let out a yawn and sit back in my chair.

"Were you not married to a woman named Sarah when Yasmin began working with you?" He slides out another paper and shows me a picture.

"I was, but we divorced."

"And that had nothing to do with Yasmin?"

"No, it didn't."

"You sure? A beautiful woman starts working right next to you everyday and months later you and your wife of many years divorce. All the while Yasmin is seen with you, very close in fact. At times, too close for the work place."

"This is fucking ridiculous, I didn't kill Yasmin and I didn't have an affair with her and I didn't leave my wife for her!"

"Were you the one to give her the divorce papers?" He tilts his head, ever so calm.

"Yes."

"You were unhappy in your marriage? Sarah wasn't enough for you?"

"That's enough. Davis, if you're intent is to rile up my client rather than interrogate, end this and save it for court."

He ignores Maven and continues, "Yasmin died right before your eyes, and there are witnesses that say you killed her. Sat with her for days and watched her body. Letting those thoughts consume you, I don't know... a woman with a lot of male attention, must make for a jealous lover. Did Yasmin anger you, Logan, did she make you jealous? Make you act out of character? Act a little crazy?

"That's enough!" Maven slams a hand in the table with a scowl.

I keep my eyes trained on Davis who only gives me a grin. I tighten my hands into fists, eager to grab him by his throat and squeeze the life out of him. He knows it too, that's why he's so pleased with himself.

"That's alright, baby lawyer, I'm satisfied with what I've learned. You had an affair with Yasmin Krämer and somewhere around that time, things went south and you killed her. We have witnesses that say you did.

"There's a phone missing from Yasmin's body that was with her when she was first admitted into the hospital. Her phone was found in your hotel room. Regardless if you took that off of her cold, dead body or if she left it there by any chance, I have evidence against you."

He stands up and leans over the table, just a few inches from my face. "Let's put the kid to test, see how Mason can get you of this." With that, he walks out and the door slams shut behind him.

"It's maven," Maven mumbles under his breath.

"Do you have a fucking plan or something? Or are you just here for moral support because I don't need a friend! I need a goddamned lawyer!"

"I already told you, I know what I'm doing. And yes, I have a plan, but we won't talk about it here. Or right now. Your trial will be soon, I need to find out when and get some things in order." Maven's face remains impassive, not showing any sign of anger at my outburst.

"So, where will I be?" I rest my head on my hands and breathe through gritted teeth.

"In a holding cell... until your trial."

"Fuck's sake."

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