Something So Perfect (Something So 2)

Ed is already there with another man I saw once. “Ladies, this is Noah. He’s Cooper’s lawyer,” Ed tells us as soon as we walk in.

“Where is he?” I ask, and Noah smiles at me. “I have to speak to him. I want to see him.”

“You can’t see him just yet,” Noah says. “They are reading him his rights in a couple of minutes. He better fucking ask for a lawyer. Criminal is not my forte but everyone knows that you ask for a lawyer.” He’s about to say something else, but the door opens and we hear a commotion. Lights flash.

Turning, I see it’s Cooper and Parker. Her face is as white as mine is. She has the same tears that have streaked her face.

One look at me and the tears come again. She rushes to me, taking me in her arms. “Sweetheart.” And just like that I lose it. I cling to her because she is the closest thing to Matthew. Cling to her because I need her strength. I feel strong arms hug us, and then hear Cooper’s voice.

“We are going to prove that he didn’t do this.” He then turns to Ed and Noah. “I don’t care what it costs, private detective, find out everything.”

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” a strange voice says from the side.

I look up to see a huge bulging guy. His eyes pierce through me.

“Off the record, her story has so many holes, you might fall in and end up in wonderland.” He doesn’t say anything and just goes past us to the back. Another man follows him.

“What kind of evidence do they have?” Cooper asks. “They have to have something strong to just go and arrest him.”

Ed shakes his head. “Right now it’s her word against his. The judge probably issued the warrant because of who he is.”

“I need to sit down,” I say, trying to get a handle on myself. “I think I’m going to throw up.” I go to the wall that’s lined with chairs.

“Someone get her something to eat, or a juice,” Parker says to them and Mindy nods, going on a hunt for something.

A man walks out from the back. “Who is here for Grant? He is asking for a lawyer,” one of the detectives says with a leer.

“That’s me,” Noah says, getting up and walking to the back. “No need to follow me. I need a word with my client. In private. And you might as well turn off the camera and the tape recording. I would hate to have this thrown out of court because you are an eager beaver.” He smiles at him, walking away.

I look at Parker. “He was with me the whole night.” I put my hands in my lap, playing with my fingers. “I was sick. He was a pain in my ass. Overbearing. I couldn’t take it.” I laugh, thinking about almost giving him a sleeping pill to shut him up from breathing. “He kept me up most of the night with his snoring.” I gasp out loud. “Where is my phone? I need my phone.” I rummage through my purse. “I have video.” I look around the room at Cooper, Parker, Mindy, Ed, my father, and most of all the detective. I grab the phone from my purse, opening up the camera. “I took videos to show him.” I look at Parker. “Only because he did it to me last week. Last night I decided I would give him payback.” I turn the first video on, the room so quiet you can hear a pin drop. My voice suddenly fills the room.

“It’s one a.m.” I turned the phone to show the time. “Sleep, he tells me.” Then I put the camera on him. He was sleeping on his back, and the snores were so loud it was really hard to say he wasn’t.

I put the next one on. “It’s now one-thirty and he stopped for maybe a second.” I turned to see Matthew, who was now throwing his hand over his head. “Maybe he’s done.”

The next one was just of the clock. “It’s two-thirty. I’m thinking what would happen if I put a pillow on his face?” I turned the camera to Matthew, who turned then to face me.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Showing you that you snore like a pig.” The screen went black because he had grabbed me, bringing me into him.

“Go to sleep,” he said.

The next one was an hour later. I was sitting on the couch, showing him the infomercial about snoring and a pillow that would stop it. I pointed to Matthew, who was sleeping like a starfish. His snores were so loud I’m surprised you could hear my voice.

“Well, there goes her story,” the detective says, walking away from us.

Two minutes later, the two men from before come out of the room straight to me. “Hi there. My name is Mick Moro. This is my partner Jackson Fletcher. I was told that you have evidence that will close this case?” he tells me.