Seventy Four

"Hello." I waved my ID card at the police man at the counter. He had this evil grin that I was so familiar with. If not for Kyle, I'd have hated all policemen. Well, Kyle wasn't at the counter when we met.

"What do you want?"

" I was sent to see one Miss Km, that is imprisoned here."

He hesitated for a while before asking me to wait. I almost hissed. I do not have much time. I cancelled my lunch with Kyle to be here, and lunchtime will be over in less than twenty minutes. 

Twenty minutes or else I'll be in big trouble with Mark.

"You can go see her at the visitors' room."

"Thank you." I nodded and left. I imagined what could happen when we meet, when I meet her. The kind of questions I'm going to ask. No. I'm not asking too many questions, just observe, Kamila. She's probably a psych already.

I sat at the table awaiting her arrival. When I checked my phone, I noticed that Kyle had sent me tons of "question mark" messages. I wasn't fair. But I just had to do something, something for justice.

Soon, a young lad in shackles, led by a warder walked in. Her head was bent so low that I couldn't see her face, but her disheveled hair and soaked prison uniform.

"You have ten minutes." The warder said as he chained her hands to the table. I saw blood drip from somewhere beneath her face to the table. My stomach churned. She's been here for barely a week! I tried speak by surprisingly lost my voice. I took out my phone and opened the photo of her which I saw online. I expected that to give me the needed strength, and it did.

"Hello. I'm Kamila Dickson. I'm a lawyer. And I'm interested in your case. I have a few questions." I stopped seeing more blood, and her quietness baffled me. "Will you at least raise your head?"

She was silent. 

"Paige? Can you speak?"

I was more concerned about the time, this time. It's barely eight minutes remaining.

I rolled out a piece of tissue from my bag and passed it over to her with shaky hands.

Calm down, baby girl and observe. I told myself. It might not be a waste of time afterall.

"I have a few questions. First, did you really murder Mr. Kam as said in the news?"

"Of course I did "She finally spoke, and I felt an ice block in my heart melt away. She didn't raise her head, but her voice alone was enough. She sounded more broken than I imagined, and in my wildest imagination I saw that blood on the table trace out of her eyes as a tear.

"Why did you do it?"

"And who are you to ask me that?" She murmured.

"I want to help you out of this, Miss Kam…"

"I don't need your help. I'm okay here."

She's just what I have presumed her to be. A psycho. Who would be okay in this kind of place?! Besides, she looks miserable. Though I haven't seen her face butbyer hair have shown how miserable she had become.

"You don't look good here?" I said tactlessly, and then she raised her head in such a rage that could burn me alive. My eyes flew immediately to the chains on her hands, if they weren't there, I would have had a black eye right now. But her face also sent some codes to my brain that I just couldn't pay attention to at that moment. She looks too familiar.

I was about to mutter an apology when she started to talk.

"I would not blame you, never! But I would not have you here insult me for some little help. I do not need a lawyer! Gush, how many times will I have to tell all this stupid warders that I don't want to see anyone? They are all the same. Baseless and miserable. All of you! I don't need your filthy lies to be safe. I killed Jude Kam and I don't have regrets, understood?"

I nodded.

"I'm sorry, Paige. Your opinion about humans baffles me, though. Aren't you human too?

I wasn't forced to do this, and I have come here on my own will. I don't have cameras and trust me, none of what you have said here will go public. I just…want to know the truth."

"The truth? Miss Ka…"

"Kamila Dickson."

She nodded. "It seemed so much that you are jobless. Are you really a lawyer, cause all I see here is a bony structure with floating lips? You think your little structure would not lose its shape in funding my case? Well Dickson, I am ready to go to court and I know the consequences and I don't need help. The last thing I would do before I die is to put a skinny thing like you in danger…."

She trailed off, as if she had said something wrong or something…

Something she would want to say.

I've never been called by my husband's name by anyone. This is...

Gush!

"Danger?" I questioned immediately, begging her to speak further and ignoring her insults. 

She was quiet.

"Miss Kam, I really want to know the truth. Did you kill Jude Kam? Did you? "

She nodded.

"Why did you kill him? What was he like? "

"You can't help me out of this. I'm a criminal, and you'll be wasting your time. "

"Depends on your reasons."

"I won't mention that to any soul. Even if you can be counted as one."

I swallowed.

This is getting too much. Really, today is too much of a bad day. From frying pan to fire!

This might really be a waste of time. I was ready to leave and forget this whole thing.

"You're right. I can't save you. Of course, only God can save. I'm just a baby lawyer seeking for justice for…" I trailed off. 

" You know what? I'll leave." I stood up.

"Better do." She hissed.