The police station was the other side of town, so I used up my spare cash getting a bus there.

I literally had no idea what I was going to say to them, they probably wouldn't even let me see Jax. I'd run out so fast, I hadn't had time to think of what I was even going to say to him.

The bus pulled over outside the station, and I jumped off. 

Pushing open the door to the station, I glanced around. People were milling about casually. A few policemen and women on duty looked up at me as I came in. I went straight over to a lady at the reception desk. She glanced up, her blonde curls bouncing with her head movements.

"How can I help you?"

"Um, I think you took in a.. a Shadow Shifter earlier today. One suspected of.. the murders? I believe I know him and was wondering if I could, speak to him?"

The lady eyed me suspiciously. "Do you hold information about the attacks?"

"No, I just need to speak to him, please. It's important. Can you arrange something."

She paused, then typed a few things into her computer. "Wait here, I'll see what I can do." She got up and left through a door, and a moment later I glimpsed her talking to several officers and a man in a suit. They seemed to be debating whether or not to let me see Jax. They kept glancing in my direction.

Eventually the woman came back in, followed by the man in the suit. She smiled at me, although I still got the feeling that she thought I held information. 

"Due to our policy, and the suspects background, we can't let you interact alone one on one. However we can let you talk through a window booth, supervised of course, but you can speak privately." 

I breathed out. "Okay, thank you." They led me back through a maze of corridors, past meeting rooms and cells. Most of the cells were empty but a few had locked doors and barred windows. Eventually we got to a quieter room near the back of the station. The man sat me down in a chair facing a panel of glass, and a seat on the other side. 

"Wait here, he will be with you shortly, we just have to let him know he has a visitor." I nodded, and the man left the room. There was a sergeant on duty outside, but no one else was in the room with me. The other booths were empty. The clock on the wall ticked ominously, and I began to get more nervous. 

What the hell was I going to say? He might accuse me of selling him out, getting him locked up. Perhaps this was a bad idea.

I stood to leave, but at that moment the door on the other side of the glass opened and a guy walked in and sat opposite me.

It wasn't Jax.

The End

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