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PART FOUR GENERAL RULES;
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‘I don’t know if it’ll help,’ Jesse says, ‘but I hired a lawyer.’
Andrew’s eyebrows rise. ‘Are you appealing?’
‘What?’ Jesse asks, and he truly looks confused. ‘No, of course not. I took a deal for a guilty plea, there isn’t an appeal process because there wasn’t even a trial. The lawyer is for you.’
‘Me?’ Andrew asks, taking the envelope.
Fincher wanders over, checking that they’re working. Andrew slides the envelope under the pile of paper, letting it peek out a little to show he’s not trying to hide it, just filing it.
‘Want to borrow a book, David?’ Jesse asks, deadpan. ‘We have about five copies of Count of Monte Christo. One’s even in French.’ Andrew bites back a smirk.
‘I’m good, Jesse. You’ll be done by four?’
‘Yeah, everyone will be tucked up and reading this afternoon and definitely not making moonshine under their bunks,’ Jesse says glibly.
‘Good to hear,’ Fincher says dryly. He pulls up a chair next to them, and they go back to work, not talking.
Andrew gives Jesse his lettuce to go in Jesse’s very boring vegetarian tomato and cheese sandwich at lunch, and Jesse gives him his juice, pulling a face.
‘You think I should appeal?’ Andrew asks once they’ve started in on their food. ‘Why?’
Jesse just looks at him, quirks his lips. ‘Well, unless you did rape two women and then kill them and your best friend, then I’m assuming you’re innocent.’
Andrew swallows. ‘It went through the High Court,’ he says. ‘There’s nothing to appeal with. It was a unanimous verdict, the jury were only out for ten minutes.’
‘You didn’t do it,’ Jesse says. ‘And you’re just going to stay here?’
‘What do you want me to do?’ Andrew asks tiredly, his bangs falling in his face as he ducks his head. ‘I told them over and over again that I didn’t do it, but I don’t have an alibi, because I was at the house ten minutes after they died. No one believed that it was a coincidence. My hands were covered in blood when the police came, because I had tried to save Carey. The murder weapon had my fingerprints on it because I was stupid enough to move it away from Joe. Both rape kits were inconclusive because there wasn’t much fluid.’
‘Doesn’t that sound rather convenient?’
‘You think it’s a conspiracy?’ Andrew asks incredulously. ‘I think I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. There’s nothing I can do.’
‘Maybe,’ Jesse replies, eyes fierce. ‘But you should at least try.’
‘I have no money, Jesse,’ Andrew sighs finally. ‘I had student loans, and no savings.’
‘I have money,’ Jesse says.
‘No,’ Andrew bites angrily, and stands up with his tray, dumping the contents in the trash before putting the tray on the trolley and leaving to go back to work.
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A/N I am going to finish this soon. This so far is half of what I have finished writing, so I'm going to be posting really frequently (though comments make me post faster~) so that I can get the rest done before I have classes starting up again in two weeks! Yay, vacation!
http://www.sendspace.com/file/4coc5x this is Heave in Your Arms, if you've never heard it, by Florence and the Machine. Don't judge me for having the Twilight soundtracks btw, have you heard them? They're amazing. /unashamed indie hipsterish
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