The Night Children

Chapter 44

Harry slid the cell door closed with regret, his eyes downcast as he did so. I knew he hated seeing me like this. He apologised over and over as he undid my cuffs before locking the bared door behind me. He said he would make it up to me in court, and I knew he meant it.

He left me with a brief nod before disappearing from view, his expression one of worry. After he left, I collapsed on the thin mattress that remained in the cell. The bed creaked with my weight, feeling like concrete on my ass. I felt myself frown in response. Bars covered the area I was in. I could see to the cell next to mine, half of the wall concreated and the other half barred. There was no privacy, with the toilet situated on the far end of the cell, in plain view for other cell mates and people passing by.

I sat there in silence, my thoughts becoming the better of me.

Isaac and I were being questioned for the murders of Brookefield.

Isaac was trying to protect me.

Aaron was trying to set up Isaac.

Pincel and Miss Anderson were trying to kill me.

My mind whirled, my brain searing with the beginnings of a headache. I couldn't answer any of my thoughts, I was only left with more questions. I had one ally, that being Harry but would impact would that do? Pincel was still the Sheriff of the town and he had the Mayor on his side along with the rest of the community. Meanwhile Isaac was setting himself up to be convicted of manslaughter while Aaron was helping him do so.

But I knew that Pincel and Miss Anderson would stop at nothing to see me deemed guilty.

Suddenly the clang of metal filled my cell and I sat bolt upright on the bed. Footsteps approached followed by a soft murmur. I craned my neck forward, refusing to get out of my bed in hopes of remaining a shadow. Two figures passed by my cell and I instantly recognised both. Pincel was pushing Isaac by the shoulder, his gun posed at the base of his spine to ensure he didn't try anything. Isaac looked ruthless, his hair tousled as he stubbornly walked forwards, his head titled proudly. He didn't spare me a glance as Pincel shoved him into the cell next door. Pincel moved to undo Isaacs cuffs but Isaac moved away, his jaw set.

"Don't touch me." He hissed, spitting in the Sheriffs face. Pincel eyes drastically darkened and a shadow passed over his face.

"Fine." He lashed back, giving Isaac one last shove as he placed his gun back in his belt. "Keep the cuffs on."

Isaac only sneered, his eyes blazing before Pincel walked out of the cell, shutting the door with unnecessary force. He then turned to me, his frown broadening into a crazed smile.

"My Renee," He chuckled softly, his voice bouncing off the cell walls. "Fancy seeing you here."

I shot him a dark look, my face most likely matching Isaacs. Pincel only laughed harder at my reaction and lazily walked over to my cell door, his keys jangling.

"It's about time you remained behind bars." He said with a smirk. I rose from my spot on the bed, walking over to Pincel, anger lengthening my strides with confidence.

"I won't be for long." I replied icily.

The Sheriff only narrowed his eyes. "We will see about that."

I regarded him coldly, taking in his ugly scar and soulless eyes. "Get your facts right Sheriff, I am innocent."

At this, Pincel only chuckled harder, his eyes blazing with pleasure. "Oh trust me, we have all the facts we need."

I rose my eyebrow in response, conscious of Isaac drift to us from his cell, his expression hard to read.

"And what is that? That you tried to kill me because I uncovered that you were the Parade supplier? That you're working for the big boss to kill the Forsaken?"