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"About... myself?" Jury echoed curiously.
"Yes. I figured that if we're going to be spending time together, we should get to know each other. Don't you agree?" Bell queried.
"Of course, I understand what you mean," she answered. "What exactly would you like to know?"
"Everything. Tell me about your likes, your dislikes, what you love what you hate. How did you come to appreciate an art such as mine," Bell explained.
"Right. Hmm... My father was a detective and my mother was a prosecutor, so I suppose they're what got me interested in the criminal mind in the first place. It was a part of my everyday life. They made it that way. Well, as it turns out my mother ended up becoming the victim of a serial killer when I was still relatively young. My father had been working on the case and they never caught the killer. I suppose the frustration of his failure drove him slowly mad, because he disappeared some time later. That launched my obsession with trying to understand people like that man.
I wanted to understand, to be able to see what they saw. I studied oversees, I sought out and spent time with those people who might be called the most depraved members of society, all in the pursuit of my grail. Through this, I became a sort of connoisseur of fine art, if you will. I began looking for someone with an art worth studying. And your artistic skill is worth all my time and attention," Jury said.
Bell stilled suddenly. "The police."
Jury looked up. She could definitely hear them approaching. The only problem was, in this situation it wasn't something she wanted. If they were to swarm the place, there was no telling what Bell might do. How he might react. With Viola in this situation, she couldn't risk her safety. She shuffled out from under Bell.
"I'll take care of them. You stay out of site until I can get them away," Jury said, moving quickly for the entrance.
She poked her head around the corner, trying to take in how many of them there were. The police dog, Missile, was leading the way with detective Gumshoe hot on his heels. They were certainly doing a good job of tracking him in the very least. She stepped out into the open, intercepting the search team. Gumshoe stared in surprise.
"Hello, Richard," Jury greeted warmly.
"Hey, pal! Funny we should run into you, I think we're just about to nab our guy," Gumshoe said proudly.
"About that... I'll need you to call off the search," she said, shifting from foot to foot as she stood in the snow.
"What!? Are you crazy? We've gotta get this guy in a pair of cuffs and off to the detention center before he hurts anyone else," Gumshoe began. Jury held up a hand to silence him.
"I know. I understand, that, I do," Jury said quietly. "But right now, you can't. He has Viola Cadaverini as his hostage and if you were to spring upon him now, there's no telling what he might do. To her or himself. But I've convinced him that I'm on his side, if only for the moment, so you'll have to trust me and allow me to handle this myself."
"Are you crazy, pal? That guy's a mass murderer! We can't leave you alone with him!" Gumshoe protested.
Jury smiled. "I'm touched by your concern. It means a lot to me. And I wouldn't ask this of you if there were any other way, but we've both taken an oath to protect and serve... so we can't do anything to risk Viola's life. And all his victims demand justice, so we need to take him alive. Do you have one of those tracking dots with you?"
"Yeah, I do, why?"
"I'll slip one in my pocket. That way, you'll always know where he is, because I'll be there. And I can tell you when the opportunity to strike is best," Jury said.
"...I'm not happy about it, but I guess I understand," Gumshoe said with a sigh, handing over the button, which she slipped into her back pocket. "I'll call the guys off, but only if you're sure you've got this under control."
"I'm positive."
"Then... I guess we'll see you again soon, pal," Gumshoe said, shaking her hand.
Jury stood patiently by the entrance, watching as the police retreated. Even after they were out of sight, she lingered by the doorway, to make sure no one had remained behind. Turning on her heel, she retreated back into her prison.
"They're gone," Jury informed Bell.
"Excellent. That was an impressive piece of persuasion," Bell said. "We should probably move from here now. Wouldn't want to waste this marvelous chance of escape."
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Merrie paced up and down the hallway. There was no way they could escape, not with the guards on their heels. The sooner she could get them strapped down in their beds and heavily medicated, the better. Accidental overdoses. Mixing medication orders. Things like this were fairly common in hospitals... No one would make very big of a fuss when Lawright, Misora, and Sident were gone. Especially if you had the means to make it seem natural.
"Those wenches are causing me more trouble than they're worth," Merrie huffed moodily. "At least the brat has remained sufficiently easy to take care of..."
Speaking of which, she wondered what kind of state he was in at the moment. The cocktail she'd given him wasn't anything to sneeze at, that was for sure. Coupled with his injuries, his rising fever due to hypothermia, and his neglected post-op care, it could be downright deadly. If he woke up at all, it would have to be an act of god.
"I'll make sure those two get treated to something even worse when I get my hands on them..." Merrie hissed, walking towards Judge's room.