up at Glover, who still had not moved. Not even to acknowledge his name when it was spoken. He was playing his part well. She huffed, not wanting to say anything further. She was innocent, so theoretically she had no reason to be hostile. But really, she had every reason to.
“So, Fran . She’s your mother?”
“No.”
“Then what is she?” Roland asked, with a shrug of his hand as he looked over at Lupin. He was quick to answer.
“She’s her caretaker.”
“Caretaker,” Roland repeated.
“Yes,” Lupin said with a bit of hesitation, as he thought of how to word his next sentence. But Saphora took the task from him, and explained it herself.
“She found me. Took me in. Cared for me.”
“Found you where?”
Saphora hesitated, suddenly uncomfortable with sharing information. She looked at Lupin, who took the hint that she didn’t want to go into detail herself and was about to step in, but Saphora surprised him when she continued.
“What does that have to doing with anything?” Saphora spoke up. Again, there was a silence in the room, and they could practically feel the atmosphere amongst them become dense. Roland tilted his head, looking from the doctor to Saphora, a slight squint in his eyes.
“Not much, I suppose … You seem a bit tense. Why don’t you drink some water?” he suggested, leaning back in his chair and giving a warming smile. A distraction. Saphora knew what the glass of water was for. She looked down at it, then back up at the two silent officers.
“If you want my finger prints, you should just ask,” she said bluntly, catching everyone off guard. Roland’s brows shot up and Lupin’s hand went to cover his face.
“Your finger prints?” Roland asked.
“If you were really so considerate, you would have brought a glass of water for my therapist as well. I’m no stranger to television, Mr. Roland ,” she continued.
A low snicker could be heard from Glover in the back, which caused Roland’s pride to take small plummet. He sprang forward in his seat, feeling his intelligence being questioned, and placed his arms on the table – his watch clanging again. His eyes locked on hers, but she stayed unmoving. She had faced the man from her nightmares. She wasn’t about to be fearful of Roland.
“Well aren’t you smart? Sm art enough to kill a man,” he accused. Saphora frowned, and Glover stepped up, placing a warning hand on Roland’s shoulder. It seemed like she had gotten their rolls switched.
“Roland, ” Glover said in a gruff voice. Roland nodded, and waved his hand at his partner, composing himself.
“What? I’m complimenting her ,” he said with a chuckle, trying to come off a bit friendlier. But Saphora saw through that. He wanted nothing more than to pin her for the death of Gary Jones and be able to close their case in record timing. But that wasn’t going to happen. His partner, Glover, probably knew this, and was trying to keep Roland aware of his senses. Roland looked up at the unimpressed Saphora, and then to Dr. Lupin.
“So, Doctor . There anything you want to tell us about Saphora?” Roland asked as Glover’s hand left his shoulder. Lupin looked away from Saphora and towards the officers when he was mentioned, and straightened his posture.
“Ah, well ,” he began. Saphora’s heart picked up as she looked at Lupin.
“You can’t.” Saphora broke in. Lupin flinched a bit from her sudden volume and looked down at her. He searched her for some reason for her interruption.
“You can’t talk about the sessions. They’re confidential,” she said looking at Roland immediately after. Roland watched in amusement, which both irked and encouraged her. “You should know that. What kind of officer are you?” she mocked, wiping his grin clean off. She turned back to Lupin as Roland raised his hand to defend himself. “If you talk about our sessions, I’ll be sure Fran fires you. And that you never have another patient again.”
Lupin cleared
“So, Fran . She’s your mother?”
“No.”
“Then what is she?” Roland asked, with a shrug of his hand as he looked over at Lupin. He was quick to answer.
“She’s her caretaker.”
“Caretaker,” Roland repeated.
“Yes,” Lupin said with a bit of hesitation, as he thought of how to word his next sentence. But Saphora took the task from him, and explained it herself.
“She found me. Took me in. Cared for me.”
“Found you where?”
Saphora hesitated, suddenly uncomfortable with sharing information. She looked at Lupin, who took the hint that she didn’t want to go into detail herself and was about to step in, but Saphora surprised him when she continued.
“What does that have to doing with anything?” Saphora spoke up. Again, there was a silence in the room, and they could practically feel the atmosphere amongst them become dense. Roland tilted his head, looking from the doctor to Saphora, a slight squint in his eyes.
“Not much, I suppose … You seem a bit tense. Why don’t you drink some water?” he suggested, leaning back in his chair and giving a warming smile. A distraction. Saphora knew what the glass of water was for. She looked down at it, then back up at the two silent officers.
“If you want my finger prints, you should just ask,” she said bluntly, catching everyone off guard. Roland’s brows shot up and Lupin’s hand went to cover his face.
“Your finger prints?” Roland asked.
“If you were really so considerate, you would have brought a glass of water for my therapist as well. I’m no stranger to television, Mr. Roland ,” she continued.
A low snicker could be heard from Glover in the back, which caused Roland’s pride to take small plummet. He sprang forward in his seat, feeling his intelligence being questioned, and placed his arms on the table – his watch clanging again. His eyes locked on hers, but she stayed unmoving. She had faced the man from her nightmares. She wasn’t about to be fearful of Roland.
“Well aren’t you smart? Sm art enough to kill a man,” he accused. Saphora frowned, and Glover stepped up, placing a warning hand on Roland’s shoulder. It seemed like she had gotten their rolls switched.
“Roland, ” Glover said in a gruff voice. Roland nodded, and waved his hand at his partner, composing himself.
“What? I’m complimenting her ,” he said with a chuckle, trying to come off a bit friendlier. But Saphora saw through that. He wanted nothing more than to pin her for the death of Gary Jones and be able to close their case in record timing. But that wasn’t going to happen. His partner, Glover, probably knew this, and was trying to keep Roland aware of his senses. Roland looked up at the unimpressed Saphora, and then to Dr. Lupin.
“So, Doctor . There anything you want to tell us about Saphora?” Roland asked as Glover’s hand left his shoulder. Lupin looked away from Saphora and towards the officers when he was mentioned, and straightened his posture.
“Ah, well ,” he began. Saphora’s heart picked up as she looked at Lupin.
“You can’t.” Saphora broke in. Lupin flinched a bit from her sudden volume and looked down at her. He searched her for some reason for her interruption.
“You can’t talk about the sessions. They’re confidential,” she said looking at Roland immediately after. Roland watched in amusement, which both irked and encouraged her. “You should know that. What kind of officer are you?” she mocked, wiping his grin clean off. She turned back to Lupin as Roland raised his hand to defend himself. “If you talk about our sessions, I’ll be sure Fran fires you. And that you never have another patient again.”
Lupin cleared
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