Hailey Fulton (wildrover) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-05-06 22:19:00 |
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Hailey Narrative
Who: Hailey Fulton
Where: Wallace Garage
When: Last Friday
What: Search Warrants and Freakouts (Narrative)
Rating: None, SFW
It had already been the kind of morning where Hailey was fairly sure that the world was going to end. She sat at her desk, her head laying on the stack of invoices she needed to remember to take home to Felicia to sign. She was having problems remembering them, and she swore to herself that this time she would remember. Granted, she just needed five minutes to close her eyes and get her head together, and for this latest bout of nausea to disappear. Being pregnant was proving to be incredibly inconvenient, and even if her sister wanted to help, she still felt terribly alone. She knew that if Miguel had lived, if he had known - Hailey would be back in Arizona, and he’d finally be leaving his wife. They would be going to doctor’s appointments together - they would raise this little one better than his two ungrateful brats with his wife. In spite of what people could say about Miguel, she knew inside he was kind, loving and he truly loved her. She just wished he had planned ahead to make sure that she was taken care of after his death.
She shook her head to try to shake away the feelings that were threatening to surface. Hailey couldn’t break down here, not in front of the macho mechanics that worked here. She already had trouble gaining their respect, since she was mainly here due to her connections with her sister. She already spent far too much time like a damn weepy fool locked in her bedroom at her sister’s apartment. She was usually there alone, anyway, with her sister gone off God knows where and her other sister well... she had no idea where Felicia went, but she didn’t like it. She came to Las Vegas to be among family, and yet felt more alone than ever.
She opened her eyes just as there was a knock on her office door. “Hey boss,” one of the younger mechanics said, cracking the door. “Cops are here. Need to talk to you.” The young man looked a bit nervous, but most people did when dealing with the police. After all, everyone had secrets, something to feel guilty about.
Hailey simply nodded, trying to keep her cool. “Tell ‘em I’ll be down in a tick,” she said with a nod and then stood up, rubbing her face. She checked to make sure her hair wasn’t a complete wreck and then took a few deep breaths, partly to calm down and partly to fight back the nausea. At least if she puked on their shoes, she had a legitimate excuse, though no one at the garage knew she was pregnant.
She descended the half set of stairs that lifted her office off the garage bay floor so she could supposedly look over the bay as she worked (if she bothered to open the blinds) and tried to give the cops an easy smile, though it was far more strained than she intended. She extended her hand to the closest officer. “Gentlemen, I’m Hailey Fulton, and I am the manager here. How can I help you?”
The older of the two officers took her hand and shook it. He was clearly not happy to see her. She felt a stab of panic hit her chest, and her pulse started racing. She didn’t know what to think when it came to this situation. She was always terrified this day would come - that the police would ask her what she knew about Migeul. She was a mistress, but for a long time she was his mechanic and had done some less than savory things.
“We have a warrant to search the facility for evidence in relation to a kidnapping,” the officer said, presenting her with the paperwork. “We need everyone to leave the facility while we search.”
Hailey wasn’t sure how to respond. She wanted to call her sister, call a lawyer, call someone! She just had no idea who to call. She also knew a warrant was pretty much a done deal, and she couldn’t fight it at the moment. So she herded the staff outside, and gave them the rest of the day off. She sat in her own car, running the air conditioning at full blast while she called her sister - but got only voice mail. She didn’t know who else to call. This wasn’t Miami or Arizona, and she had zero in the way of connections here.
After an hour, the officers knocked on her car window. “We need to search the apartment upstairs,” the man said in an impatient voice. She looked down at the warrant in her hands. Even thought she didn’t know Silver, she knew the warrant didn’t cover his apartment, and she wasn’t about to let him be violated by these pigs. She stepped out of her car and took a deep breath.
“Officers, I only manage the garage downstairs. I can’t even begin to give you authorization to enter the apartment of a man I don’t even know. The only thing we share is a building - his agreement with my sister, who owns the building, is out of my hands.” She shrugged, knowing she had the upper hand, but also starting to realize that they weren’t interested in her. It was a huge relief.
She leaned against her car and watched the last of the officers leave. After they were gone, she locked the door behind her, and went to her desk. Getting out the master key, she went up to Silver’s apartment and opened the door. She’d not seen the man in days, and she was worried now - because clearly her sister’s involvement with him was bringing unwanted attention to the garage.
But when she opened the door, she found the apartment empty. She picked up her phone and tried to call her sister again.
This was trouble.