The interrogation
"Well?" Cheryl repeated as her eyebrows began to narrow. "Where exactly were you last night?"
"According to the main computer," Addison's voice called back from the front door, catching Lucky before he was able to say a word. "Lucky was here all night last night."
Lucky and Cheryl turned their heads to watch as the detective walked up to them, sliding her phone back into her coat pocket. Her hair was extremely short. Shorter than anything Lucky had seen as far as in-fashion goes. Not that he really had eyes for fashion, but he did notice different things that women did to look how they currently felt. Or maybe they just picked a style that they thought would grab the most positive attention? He honestly wasn't sure, but to his knowledge he had never seen a woman with her hair cut to finger width length before. Something about it was... attractive.
"I guess that puts the two of you in the clear," Addison stated as her eyes met Lucky's for a brief moment followed by what he thought might have been a smile. He couldn't tell because it was so fast before returning to her permanent frown.
"Anything you need, just ask." Cheryl said with a look of determination on her face. She was wiping the tears from her eyes as she spoke. "I want to see justice done to whoever is responsible."
"Actually there is something that I could use some help with." Addison stated as she looked from Lucky to Cheryl. "Lucky here was a pupil of Vicky and therefore he may have information that could be helpful. Even if he may isn't aware of it. I'd like to take him to my office down-town and question him a bit."
"You are more than welcome to ask him anything right here," Cheryl said seemingly taken aback from the request. "He doesn't hide anything from me."
"With all due respect," Addison started as she allowed her smile to return. "I'll have an easier time if you would allow me to take him. All of my gear is back at the office and sometimes it's easier for a man to speak freely when they are away from their owners. I promise I'll bring him right back and no harm will be done to him."
Cheryl looked from Addison to Lucky with a look of helplessness. She opened her mouth to retort a few times, but eventually gave in with a shrug of her shoulders.
"No harm is to be done to him," she ordered. "I'm a lawyer and could make life very difficult for you if that promise is broken."
"No harm," Addison agreed with a nod before looking to Lucky and dropping her smile once more. "Come on, let's get this done with so I can get you back."
Lucky turned to look at Cheryl as he followed the detective out the door. His master was looking at him leave as tears welled up in her eyes once more. The last thing he saw before the front door shut behind him was her setting down back down at the dining room table and pressing her face in the palms of her hands.
"Get in," Addison ordered as she opened a car door. "We have a lot to talk about."
He sat down in the car and she closed the door behind him before walking around to set in the seat next to him. She hit a button on her phone and the car began driving away from Cheryl.
They sat in silence for what felt like an eternity before the woman broke the ice.
"You went to the party last night," she declared, not looking in his direction. "You were in Vicky's car. I didn't want to say anything to your master because I wanted complete truth from you on this matter. I know you didn't kill her, but you know a lot more than Cheryl realizes."
Shocked, he didn't know what to say exactly. She could have told Cheryl about it and the then it would be over. He would never have a life as good as he did right now. The fact that so much pressure was on him to change the world was enough to break him. He wasn't sure how he would react if things with his home now went south.
"Thank you," he managed to mutter.
Addison turned her head to look into his eyes. Her frown was matched by her brows in anger. She reached her hand up to a point before speaking.
"You hide something from me and my silence will be broken with you master. You understand? You even omit a cough from last night and you and I are finished." She pulled her hand back and looked back out her window. "I'm as fair as I am harsh. You do that for me and I'll keep my promise for you."
"I understand," he said calmly as he looked out his own window to see the buildings fly by as the car raced deeper into the city. The drive didn't take much more than twenty minutes, but it felt like hours. Finally, the car pulled into a large parking garage and before long the two were in an elevator traveling to the 20'th floor.
"Addison," a woman called as they exited the elevator. The detective turned and began talking with another woman on the floor for a few minutes.
He took the opportunity to look around the office. Women were busy at their desks. Some were on the phone. Some were placing files in different folders on their computers and a few were in deep conversations with one another. He wasn't sure what any of their work meant, so nothing, in particular, stuck in his mind.
"Lucky," he heard Addison call as he looked over to see her walking away. He followed her into a separate office with a large window view of the city spread out as far as he could see. It really was quite something. She closed the door behind them and walked around her large desk to take a seat.
"So first thing's first," she started while gesturing for him to take a seat across from her. "Why did Vicky take you to the party last night?"
"My master didn't want me to go, but Vicky thought it was important that I be there," he answered honestly.
"And why would Vicky think it so important for you to be there?" She asked with one eyebrow raised.
