"Anything hard, if you have it, please." Just enough to stop the tremors in her hands and loosen her spine. To steady. To function.
She opens her mouth opens again but she's interrupted by rapping at the front door. Her hand automatically flies to her weapon, shoulders tense -
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"I have other things if you dont drink coffee." He wasnt going to assume that she had drank alcohol, but that was also an option.
Police.
𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑡.
His voice punches the air from her lungs and settles like ice down her spine.
To make matters worse he stood between her and freedom. The only available window was barred and the stairs led directly to the front door - right where he stood. She couldn't -
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Standing there, listening to the sounds around him, the detective knew with certainty that the situation was no longer simple and no longer predictable.
away and raises her shaking hands either side of her head, elbows tucked in tightly.
Her small figure appears at the top of the stairs and freezes, her eyes scanning the space around him. Calculating. For now, she knows she won't even make it one step before he fires.
"Please-
Her legs swung after she hopped up onto the stool, crossed over at the ankles.
She ate what was put in front of her and she ate quickly. No one could take it off her if she gulped it down. Still, she was quiet and polite when she ate. She believed in scarfing her food, not -
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+ there were a few barstools. "You can have a seat." Getting two simple white plates out, he put some on it for her. Roughly a cup measures worth.
He didn't know what she would like or how much she ate. "Don't worry if you can't finish it. Just eat what you can."










