The sound of heels clacking against tiles reverberated down the hall of the police station. No one seemed to hear it, however. A woman walked straight into the back without even a second glance from the uniformed officers.
This was astounding given her appearance. Her dark skin was adorned with flashy gold jewelry. Her dress was skin-tight, showing off her every curve. She used a sharply manicured hand to smooth down the front of her dress as she walked. Finally, she stopped in front of the evidence locker.
Opening the door, she flashed a charming smile at the officer on duty.
“Excuse me, I’m looking for something from an ongoing case? Would you perhaps be able to help me out, darling?” she asked, her voice soft and charming.
“O-oh! Of course!” The officer sat up straighter, suddenly looking like she wanted nothing more than to impress the woman.
“Thank you so much, Officer…?”
“Bolton! Ashley Bolton.” Officer Bolton smiled wide. “Which case are you interested in?”
“I have the case number right here, hold on.” The woman dug through her purse for a moment before pulling out a slip of paper. She handed it over to Officer Bolton, who read over the numbers and nodded.
She didn’t seem concerned with how this civilian appeared to have access to the case number, or how she had gotten into the evidence locker. Officer Bolton simply set about the task of retrieving the box of evidence, bringing it over to the desk.
“I’ll just need you to sign for it, if that’s okay.”
The woman gave a wide smile, nodding. “Of course.” She took the clipboard from Officer Bolton, scrawling down a signature before passing it back. Then she turned to the box, digging through it for a few moments.
“That’s an intense case,” Officer Bolton said. “I didn’t see it in person, but the crime scene photos made me shiver. All that blood.” The officer shivered from the memory.
The woman gave a soft smile. “Yes. It’s a tragedy, for sure. They still don’t have any suspects?”
“Not that I’ve heard. Oh! Though, Detective Carrillo seems to have a hunch. She’s been coming in and out for the last few days, trying to connect all the cases together.”
The woman nodded, finally pulling an item out of the evidence box and placing it in her purse. She slid the box back to Officer Bolton. “I wish her luck. We all need to do our best to try and make sure that whoever is responsible for these horrible crimes is put to justice.”
Officer Bolton nodded seriously. “Of course.” She took the box back to where it belonged. “Is there anything else I can do to help you out...um…”
The woman smiled again. “You may call me Jezebel. And no, thank you, Officer, you’ve been more than accommodating.”
Jezebel leaned over the counter, causing Officer Bolton’s face to flush pink. Jezebel tutted briefly before puckering up her lips. She blew out, creating a miniature sparkling cloud that blew past her lips and into the officer’s face.
By the time Officer Bolton was done coughing, she was alone in the evidence locker.
“What was I...doing?” She gazed down at the list of signatures in front of her, her face screwed up in confusion. There were no new signatures. Yet, she didn’t remember taking it out. After a moment she shrugged. “Must need more coffee,” she said with a sigh.
Outside the police station, a man joined Jezebel. The two should have attracted much attention. Either from Jezebel’s fashionable clothing and strikingly good looks, or from the man’s extreme height and build. He was also gorgeous, though half his face was covered by dark sunglasses. Yet, it seemed as if the two were almost invisible.
The crowd paid them no mind other than to move out of the way of the pair as they walked down the sidewalk.
“Did you find it?”
“Of course I did, King. It was Officer Bolton again. She’s rather cute, you know.” Jezebel smiled warmly.
“We aren’t here to make friends.” King shoved his hands into his pockets, scowling straight ahead of them as he strolled.
“I’m aware. She doesn’t even remember me, anyways. Still, it’s fun to observe her. And make her cute face blush,” Jezebel said. “I rather like a woman in uniform. Don’t you?”
King snorted, one hand coming out of his pocket to run though his dark hair. “Sure. Whatever. Can we just hurry up and get home before they realize something is missing?”
“I don’t know how they’ll realize that, darling. I was very careful, as always.”
“You’ve never been careful a day of your existence, Jezebel. That’s why I always have to save you from all the situations you get yourself into.”
“I don’t have the slightest idea what you mean, darling.” Jezebel flashed him a cheeky grin.
King simply rolled his eyes. “Do you have enough evidence to do what you need?” King asked, changing the subject.
Jezebel sighed, tapping a finger to her chin. “I should. The problem is, I may not be able to cast the spell on my own. It’s rather complicated, and simply outside of my own natural skills. So we’re going to have to find some help.”
“What do you suggest then?” King asked, giving her a sideways glance. “A witch? Warlock? Or something else?”
“Well a witch or warlock would do, certainly. Honestly, both would be helpful. Warlocks tend to have stronger powers from their patrons, but witches know more about the natural magics required.” Jezebel pressed her lips together for a moment. “The problem is, I know neither. And unless you have some friends you’re keeping from me, then you don’t either.”
King shook his head. “I do not. So we’re at a stale-mate until we can find at least one to help.”
“Yes. They have to help willingly. Which means we may have to reveal more of what’s going on than we’d like.” Jezebel paused as they passed a bakery, taking a deep breath of the smell. “Mm, I want some cookies now. You?”
“I don’t think we have time for cookies, we should be -” Before King could finish speaking, Jezebel was already inside the bakery, looking at items behind the counter. He sighed and followed, standing behind her with his arms crossed over his chest.
“I’ll take...two chocolate chips, one snickerdoodle, and...what do you want, King? Iced with sprinkles?” Jezebel glanced up at King.
“I don’t need anything.”
Jezebel nodded, turning back to the bakery worker. “He’ll take one iced with sprinkles. Thank you so much.”
King rolled his eyes as Jezebel stood up and went to the register to pay. He waited where he was by the door, scowling when she came back up to him.
“Oh, don’t be like that, darling. Learn to enjoy life a bit more.” Jezebel handed him the cookie, which he took without comment.
King turned and exited the bakery, trusting Jezebel to follow him. “As I was about to say. As long as we find someone we trust, then it shouldn’t be a problem. We can reveal what we must in order to get this thing solved.”
Jezebel nodded. “I suppose you’re right. If that’s the case, then, we should begin our search as soon as we get home.”
“Correct.”
King took a tiny bite of his cookie as he set back out towards their destination.
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