60.That night, after they were back and after she fed Julie and tucked her in for the night, Alita sat down on Julie's bed, legs crossed and palms spread over her thighs. Her favorite seating position for when she was deep in thought. Not that she was aware that was how she almost always sat whenever she wanted to digest anything in her mind. She just finds it a comfortable pose to engage her mind. She wanted to think about what to do next in her little scheme but as soon as she sighed and closed her eyes, pictures of her and Richie back in the day invaded her thoughts.Richie thought her how to survive out there on the streets when she worked for him. They were close and back then she could say he filled the void her father left when he died. She had the slightest idea that she was just a means to an end that he was keeping a close eye on rather than caring for like she thought he was. "In the line of work, you have to know the bad guys better than you know yourself and know how t
61.For Alita to get the detective, her partner, and a few others to leave the station she had to mess with Ana's body in a way that would draw so much attention. She had done it before so finding her way back to the slab room in the hospital was easy but opening Ana up and burying nylon of cocaine inside her and sowing her back up was the hard part. After testing the drug sample she got out of Ana, she found out that it wasn't completely raw but it was top grade. They used to grade cocaine in percentages according to how diluted they were. Ana had been loaded up with eighty percent high-grade cocaine after being murdered. It was just utter disrespect.Alita knew where she would find that grade of cocaine. She knew the customers that bought it directly from Richie to sell it in the black market to paranoid wealthy men who wouldn't want the word out that they do drugs. She had made enough money to afford a good quantity of cocaine so she set out to get it. But there was one problem.
62.Alita watched the police officer that escorted her to the cell as he walked back. She waited until she stopped hearing his footsteps before climbing up the bed and pushing up a compartment of the ceiling that lead into the ceiling. She raised one leg to the window from the bed and spread her palms on the wall, then flexed her muscle and push herself up until her other leg was on the wall where her palms were and her hands had pushed the ceiling open. She put her head through and managed to raise the rest of her body she was out of the cell and in the vent. SShe had memorized which turn would lead to where so she was above the room where they kept both staff and case files in no time. She came down and searched through the files until she found the one that had the detective's picture. She sneered as she read the name out, "Martha Stewart." Alita stood there learning all she could about Detective Martha Stewart: she had only two cases unsolved and thereby closed in her entire twe
63"She didn't die of drug?" Martha asked into the air, scrunching up her face as she stared at Ana's hand. "But the autopsy that came along with her body said she was pumped with too much cocaine so she died," she crossed her hands over her chest.The fat guy that Alita scared off from the slab room to Dr. Chris's office the first time she came cleared his throat and everybody turned to look at him. He raised his hand nervously and Martha gestured for him to speak. "Ours is different," he said looking downwards."What do you mean different?" Martha asked."She has broken ribs and bruises around her neck from being strangled," He said, fiddling with his fingers."What? Why wasn't I informed about this?" Martha asked.He looked at her and nodded and said, "I did the autopsy only a few days ago so… I didn't know what to do with it. I didn't want to get myself into trouble or anything. I was just supposed to put her in the slab but since there wasn't an autopsy, I thought doing one for t
64."Hey," Alita said when she walked into Benson's room and found him sitting down bed, hugging his thighs and lost in his thoughts. He didn't even hear her come in. "How're you holding up," she asked, her face contorted and her voice soft and tender like she was staring at a broken toy and asking out to nothing why it was broken whether it could be fixed. She hated seeing him like that –gloomy and dejected. "I didn't hear you come in," Benson said in a deep husky, and tired voice. He had probably been awake throughout the night. "I told you this was out of bounds," he chuckled. She gave a mirthless laugh and then said, "You should know by now that I mostly do what I am asked not to. You just make it irresistible for me when you say don't do this or that," she smiled weakly, studying him. 'I couldn't stop worrying about you. I hate to be left alone when I am something worries me enough to keep me awake at night. I always over-stretch my mind over the matter and end up thinking too
“Since when could she talk like this?” Benson’s brow knitted. “A while now,” she muttered as she tried to get on her feet. “Hmm, that is amazing,” He nodded his head and leaned on the door frame. “My mother always said that I was slow at growing up entirely. I didn’t walk, I didn’t talk early… I didn’t do all the basic stuffs early.”“Wow, who would have thought the great BA was a sloppy baby,” she chuckled as she sat on the edge of the bed. “Careful now, I am very sensitive about my baby days,” she said playfully. He paused and casted his gaze on Julie, watching her marvel at her toys as she tossed them away and then crawl to where she had tossed them to. “She calls you mum.” He sighed and jerked his head back to her face. “You are comfortable with that? I mean…it isn’t weird for you?”Alita finally let out a long sigh, rotated her shoulder and then cleared her throat. Inwardly thankful that the conversation didn’t go down the way she had thought it would. “Well…I just go with th
66"You have to calm down," Sarah said. Sadness clouded her features as she was worried for the sanity of her beloved. Luke had been working and digging for the past few days even though most of the time he was looking over the same set of details to see if he had missed something. She was seeing him go crazy right in from of her. "I can't," he said after kneading his temple and reclining into the couch he was seated. "I can't calm down, Sarah, I just can't. This whole case in weighing heavy on me.""I know… but you don't have to carry it alone," she threw her hands in front of her. "You can at least take a break and breath," she pouted.He closed his eyes and made a steeple of his fingers. "Every second matters and right now I can't get shit out of anything. It all just doesn't make sense. It's just ridiculous how they followed him to Australia, killed a lady drugs and brought the body back, saying he is responsible for it. I know Ben, he can't do something like that."He opened hi
67."I am going to see Luke," Benson said pulling his face away from hers. "He has something for me.""I heard you talking to him… what's up?" She muttered. "I heard you hearing me," He said smiling and looking about himself. He found a stain on his shirt and frowned. "Oh, you did?" she said in a blush, biting her nails. "Yes, I did.""It's your fault I was doing that," She whined. "Not really… you are responsible for you actions," he drawled, looking at her from her feet to her face. "You held me from behind and I couldn't stop thinking about your cock on my ass the minute I stepped out of the room. I had to calm myself down someway before implode," she rolled her eyes at him. "You'll have to change that now, right?" she inquired."Yea… perils of being a father," he said as he walked to the door. "Sorry but that is the first time you have carried her this week… she likes to leave a mark on people," Alita said in Julie's defense. Inwardly she thanked Julie for staining his shirt