Alexandra
God, this day will not end. I got a new case today. Seems pretty open and shut to me. An ex-husband assaulted his ex-wife’s new boyfriend in front of a room full of people. He has priors, so it should be easy to get a conviction.
As I rifle through my mail, I notice a manila envelope with name hand-printed on it. Odd. After what happened last night, I’m not so sure I want to open it. I throw it aside and head to lunch.
There’s a little deli a couple blocks away. Usually I walk, but today it’s raining, so I decide to take my car. If you’ve ever experienced a downpour in Florida, it doesn’t last long, but it can be intense.
Trying to make my way to my car without getting too wet, I keep my head down and take off in a slow run. The second I lay my eyes on my car, I know something isn’t right.
The driver’s side of my black Nissan is covered in red paint. What the fuck?
Dejected, all I can do is stand here in the freaking rain, getting soaked. My shoulders slump and my bag slips off, hanging at my elbow.
Looking around, I try to find the source of the red paint. Maybe maintenance people were painting nearby and accidentally splashed my car. Not seeing anything that could explain this, I’m starting to consider this isn’t a coincidence.
I’m not sure how I’m going to explain this to Colton. I guess if I back my car in, he won’t see it. Having suddenly lost my appetite, I head back into the building.
As I round the corner to my office, I hear laughing behind me. Turning, I see Miller and Anderson looking at me.
I can’t take it anymore, and I break.
“What the fuck is so funny? I know you two are the ones who threw the brick in my door last night, and splashed my car with red paint.”
I walk up to them and stick my finger in Miller’s face. “If you think you two assholes are going to scare me into filing charges against an innocent man, you don’t know me at all.”
Miller smirks. “We don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart. Someone must really hate you to do those scary things to you. But I am curious as to why you think Colton Murphy is so innocent? I mean, he doesn’t have an alibi, does he?”
I immediately back off because I’m shocked. They must know I’m his alibi, and I won’t admit it. I’m not going to give them any satisfaction.
“That’s what we thought. Catch you around, Russell,” Anderson says. Miller pats him on the back and they walk away.
I quickly weigh the pros and cons of telling my boss about this shit. Unfortunately, the two biggest cons win out…first, he may not believe me and second, I don’t want them to know they got to me.
Dropping into my chair, I take out some trail mix I have in my drawer. This will have to suffice until I get home.
My head is pounding. I rummage around in my bag for some medicine, take two pills, and decide to get back to work.
While I’m trying to do some paperwork on my new case, I notice the manila envelope still sitting there, mocking me.
Fuck it. I need to know what it is.
I slide my finger across the seal and dump the contents onto my desk.
I immediately vomit into my trash can.