for Keith

[drama_maureen]

After Maureen left the clinic, she made her way to the IPD offices. She wasn't physically injured in any way that would last - a cut lip, black eye, bruised ribs - but she felt like she'd been emotionally drop-kicked. All she could think was, how could she have been so stupid, and naive? Though maybe the worst part was that she couldn't help but

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[neptune_noir]

"Take a number," Keith said, having not yet looked up, still immersed in reports regarding the bombing.

Then he did look up, noted her face, and immediately appended, "One. Your number is number one, please sit down."

[drama_maureen]

Maureen sat.

She folded her hands in her lap and forced herself to meet his eyes and then said with an essentially flat affectation, "His name is Patrick Logan. He... assaulted me. I don't know where he is now, but I can tell you where he lives." She honestly hadn't thought about what was going to happen after this. Would they lock him up? And if they didn't, what was to stop him from just being pissed that she'd told and coming after her again?

[neptune_noir]

Patrick Logan. Wasn't that a thing.

He supposed it was convenient, but somehow he wasn't cheered by the thought.

"I can tell you where he is now, actually," he said. "He's in lock-up. Which is also where he's going to be living for... the foreseeable future."

[drama_maureen]

Maureen's mouth dropped open in surprise. Which honestly hurt a little bit since her jaw was sore.

"What? Why... did someone already tell you?" Had Freddie come here first, instead of going to confront Patrick?

Though even as she said it, there was obvious relief on her face.