Alphas mated to a human

Chapter 22- The Case

Val POV

I walk out of Wolfy café, a cute little café which I am guessing is run by wolves. It must be run by one of either Marks’ or Xanders wolves. I nibble on a bacon baguette while sipping a caramel latte and walking down the street.

I head to a local bookstore, when I read over the case last night it said that this bookstore was my clients favorite place and he remembers visiting on the day of the alleged crime.

I throw my trash in the bin once I have finished them and located the bookstore.

I open the door and I am surrounded by books. I locate the cashier half way along the wall and head over to the counter, gaining the clerks attention.

“Excuse me, I have an odd question for either the manager or the owner.” I ask as I approach the store clerk.

“Of course, let me just go and get her for you.” The lady replies.

“Thank you.”

I take a look around while I wait. The store is floor to ceiling with books on all genres, I can see how people could get lost in here. It is like my dream place, just books as far as the eyes can see.

“Hello miss, please go into the room at the back. The lady is waiting for your there.”

“Thank you. Please could I know the lady’s name?”

“Of course, it’s Michelle Brown.”

“Thank you.”

I walk to the back of the store and knock on the door before entering.

“Hello, Ms. Brown.”

“Hello miss, I was told that you wanted to talk to me? I am the manager and owner of the store.” Michelle holds her hand out to me, which I take a shake.

“Yes, I am currently working on a case that I about to start in court and I am the defense for my client. I was wondering if I could look at your CCTV for the day in particular and then ask you some questions.”

“Of course you can. But may I enquire as to why?”

“Well I found out yesterday that my client is an avid reader and that this is his favorite shop. So I thought I would check it out, I know that it is a long shot but it could help save an innocent man.”

The lady nods and then pulls up the CCTV footage on the computer in the corner of the room. I walk over and stand behind her.

“What date?”

“Three weeks ago Monday.”

I smile as I see my client on the CCTV camera from 9am until 11.30am reading and having a drink in their café section.

“That is perfect thank you.”

“So is this regarding Jack?” Michelle asks me.

“You know Jack?” I ask, slightly surprised.

“Of course I do, we all do here. He comes in practically every day but then two days after this he stopped coming in. the next day we all heard that he had been arrested for killing a woman.”

“Do you think he did it?”

“Honestly? No. he is way to kind hearted for it. He reads a lot of romance novels and pines after finding ‘the one’ as he likes to say. He does not have a violent bone in his body. The day we found out that he had been arrested and the charges, we were all surprised.”

“Anyone is capable of anything Michelle.” I say to her.

“But not Jack, not killing. No way. It is just inconceivable.” Michelle says with finality.

“Would it be possible to get a photograph and copy of this please?” I ask Michelle.

“Of course, it will take about half an hour though, is that ok?”

“That’s fine, I will wait in the cafe section.” I respond.

Michelle nods before turning back to the screen and starting to work on transferring the video and image. I leave the room and head over to the café, ordering a cup of tea before sitting down and going through my emails on my phone.

25 minutes later Michelle hands me a DVD with the full video on it and a photograph of Jack sitting clearly reading and drinking.

I thank Michelle for her help and say that I may visit again if that is ok, to which she smiles and nods her head.

I leave the bookstore, with more questions than answers but a good defense for my client already forming in my mind. The fact that the owner remembers my client on the day of the alleged incident is good, it means that we can place him far away from the crime. If only the police had done a better investigation instead of just arresting my client.

Yesterday when I met him I knew he was innocent. The reason I took the case was because it was obvious that this was a stitch up job by someone and no one was willing to put their neck on the line for the guy.

My client was arrested quickly after the alleged crime, no body or note or any piece of evidence found regarding a missing girl but my client was arrested anyway. The witness who claims that they saw the woman and my client together has not been revealed to us yet, I am guessing that the judge has allowed the prosecution to withhold the person from the defense for some security reason. This means that we cannot cross examine them until they are in the courtroom, making it difficult for me to know what evidence to look for. However I do love a challenge.

And now I have the bookstore owner as a witness I also have an alibi for my client forming. Meaning that the prosecution may just be able to lose their case.

I walk into the courthouse, looking around discreetly as I feel as though I am being watched. I have had the feeling since I left the café this morning. I look around but I cannot see anyone. I shake my head, must just be in my head.

I walk into the courthouse and up to the security guards. Once they have searched my belongings and I have gone through the metal detectors I ask where I can find my client. They point up the stairs and tell me to go to the clerk at the top of them.

Once I am at the top, I find an aged gentleman sitting behind a huge pile of papers.

“Excuse me sir, I am here for the case against a Mr. Jack Johnson?”

The man looks up at me over his wire spectacles.

“Mr. Johnson?”

“Yes.”

“Not here.”

“What do you mean ‘not here’?”

“I mean the case is not here.”

“It has to be, I was given this address, date and time.”

“Nope. Its here tomorrow, but not today.”

I pull out the paper from my pocket and check, the date is today. I show it to the man.

“Sorry love, but that case is tomorrow.”

I think I am being messed with right now.

“Is there somewhere I can go so that I can at least prepare for the case tomorrow?”

The looks at me again, almost as if he is scrutinizing me.

“Behind me, there is a small room there. You can use that for today. And that’s it, that’s the best I can do miss.”

“Thank you.” I say, grabbing my bag and heading into the room.