Arran's Law

Chanelle's boyfriend Arran is accused of murder, and she goes on a one woman mission to clear his name.


7. The Evidence

I storm into the police station, not caring about keeping a low profile. What's the point? It's quiet, with only three people waiting. Their eyes follow me as I march up to the desk. I slam my hand on the desk as hard as I can so I'm noticed, ignoring the pain. The sound is as loud as a gunshot - everyone freezes, and turns to see where the noise came from. There is a brief pause, and then a woman walks over, frowning, clearly ticked off.

"Can I help you?" She asks, her jaw clenched in anger. This sparks my own temper.

"I want to see Arran Mackenzie." I say, lifting my chin up, like I'm daring her to say no. "And," I hastily continue "I want to know what evidence you have against him." This is a bold move, but now is no time for playing safe.

"I'll take you to see him. But I cannot reveal what evidence we have against him. That information is confidential." She says snootily, which just pisses me off even more. Bitch, don't you dare judge me! I yell at her inside my head. For a second, I consider asking Conor to find out for me. But that would take too long.

"Listen to me." I hiss, leaning closet to her threateningly. "My boyfriend is in there, and he's facing the death penalty. I am prepared to do whatever it takes to clear his name, and I don't care whether it's legal or not. Now there's two ways to do this. You can tell me now, and then take me to see him, and we'll all be happy. Or you can refuse, and take me to see him, which will result in me being incredibly pissed off. Now choose." The woman leans away, almost looking scared of me.

"I'll call security." She says, her voice weak. I laugh once, a harsh, bitter laugh that sounds nothing like the laugh only Arran could coax out of me.

"Go on! I'm not scared of prison. Like I said, I'm ready to do anything. And I have powerful friends, if you know what I mean. Now, choose." Her face loses all it's colour when she realizes what kind of friends I mean. She turns away, and rifles through a stack of files. She pulls out one.

"Come with me." She says, and starts walking. I run after her.


"First, I'll need your name." She says, trying to sound unruffled, but I can hear the undertone of fear in her voice.

"Chanelle Redfern." I snap. I've always liked my name, but right now, I hate it. I can almost tell exactly what she's thinking, just by the way her eyebrows hit her hairline. 'Chanelle' is the name given to a daughter whose mother is trying to make her sound better, richer, of higher class than she actually is. She writes it down, her mouth twisting into a sneer. I gnash my teeth in anger.

"So what evidence is there?" I ask, losing my patience completely. She turns a page in the file without looking at me.

"We have witness statements that say that he was seens leaving Miss Lockhart's house fifteen minutes before the emergency services were called. He was picked up in a park ten minutes away from the house, and did not resist arrest. He has offered little in his own defence. His DNA was found on her body, or, what was left of it. Sources have said that she messed him around when they were younger, so he had a motive. The case is airtight."

"Wait a second," I say, trying to absorb all of this information. But one line really jumps out at me. "By DNA do you mean...?"

"Semen." She says emotionlessly. "We have reason to believe he had sexual intercourse with Miss Lockhart before setting fire to the house." My head is whirling. Arran wouldn't do that. He wouldn't cheat on me. I mean, he had even slept with me the night before! I hide my feelings of anger, betrayal and intense sorrow. I can cry later. Now, I need to find out the truth.

"Here we are." The woman says, stopping outside one of the interview rooms. She opens the door for me, and I step inside.

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