“I need to get home. That’s all I care about right now.”

‘    i’m working on it,  i  promise  you that,  but you gotta give me  SOMETHING.    ’

it’s the bottom of the ninth.  he isn’t just being implicated anymore :  they’re fighting to pin a murder on him,  &  the prosecution is out for  blood.  one cop saying he’s innocent won’t hold up without concrete proof,  an ironclad alibi,  anything.  the window of opportunity to plead his case is almost shut.

they’ll try him as an adult.  twenty - five to life is the best case scenario,  here,  assuming they don’t shoot for  life without parole  –––––––  or worse.

❪   she told him she’d never let that happen.   ❫

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‘    what about your friend,  uh  —    ’      case file flipped open,  the name pops up after a few seconds of diligent skimming.      ‘    mbege.  you said he was with you that day,  right ?  think he’d testify ?    ’

inception starters.  // accepting !

ENDURINGWILL.

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       HE NOTICES IT, the game: she’s stopped playing, or at least paused it for a moment.  sometimes people need a second to drink it in, the shocking truth, that some parents just don’t make for good ones.  murphy needed a second too, a few years back.   ❝ m’kidding, ❞  he shrugs it off.   ❝ she’ll show, detective.  little tipsy, maybe. ❞  his voice pitches, words stretch — he’s squinting his eyes as if he’s putting on a little show, telling her a joke.

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she read the files,  the reports,  the testimonies ;  she studied the evidence.  it’s damn near  impossible  to sell anything less when the department is itching for a scapegoat,  for someone to blame  —  she learned that too well on the palmetto case  —  but a couple of fist - fights  &  misdemeanors don’t make this kid a murderer. 

‘    you know,  if she’s indisposed,    ’      the clinical term for  IRRESPONSIBLE,      ‘    we can do this another time.  or i can make a call,  see if your caseworker’ll sit in with us instead.  it’s up to you.    ’

ENDURINGWILL.

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      A RISK INDEED ; his sleeves veil the goosebumps scattering across his forearms.   ❝ she’s got better things to do, ❞  and he shrugs, a noncommittal little thing.  ❝ never liked monopoly much, either. ❞  because calling your mother an alcoholic bitch wasn’t as easy as murphy would like it to be, even after years of practice.

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‘    better things to do.    ’      something sharp sits on the tip of her tongue,  &  she has to remind herself to maintain professionalism :  it isn’t her place to chastise a shitty parent,  no matter how tempted she might be on kind of a personal level.      ‘    right.  that’s  —  um,  good to know.  i’ll make sure to  bring that up  when she gets here.    ’      if.  if  she gets here.

ENDURINGWILL.

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      HE SCOFFS, IF only to mask the origins of genuine mirth spreading over his expression.   ❝ does she, ❞  murphy muses, nodding his head before the motion ceases, and he’s left looking at the sturdy, metallic table.   ❝ wonder if she gets it from her mom — ❞  eyes flick up to detective decker, and with the slight cant of his head, a brow arches towards his temple with curiosity.

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a thoughtful hum.      ‘    could be.  you’d have to ask her what  she  thinks.    ’      no comment on that ephemeral lapse of bravado,  but it didn’t slip by unnoticed.  the next words are a calculated risk.      ‘    so what about your mom ?  she usually a  no - show  at times like this ?    ’

ENDURINGWILL.

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       SO SHE’S THE GOOD COP.  murphy theorizes they’re always the ones with shorter fuses ; they’re the ones who play pretend, after all.  he scoffs, shoulders rising and falling with the motion.   ❝ i’ll put it in the suggestion box on my way out.  cards, monopoly       no, actually, that’d get too violent.   ❞  and he pushes, simply because he can.

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a slight smile flickers comfortably across her face.  no doubt :  it’s a solid routine,  tried  &  true.  he’s probably done it countless times before,  probably  with other cops.  she doesn’t take the bait  —  unlike her ex,  he won’t get a rise out of her with a few well - delivered barbs.      ‘    i’ll bet.  my  daughter  has a real competitive streak,  but you wouldn’t know it to look at her.  monopoly’s kind of a blood sport.    ’

“ will you help me? ”

‘    yeah.  i will.  i’m on your side  —  but,  uh.  you don’t hear that a lot,  huh ?    ’      she doesn’t have to be a social worker to recognize the signs ;  father out of the picture,  mother a negligent drunk,  smart kid digging himself into an  early grave  by his own misguided machinations.  ironic,  when so much of what he does seems driven by that one base instinct :  SURVIVAL.  it makes her heartsick.

she recognizes,  too,  what it must’ve taken for someone like him to consciously reach out  &  ask for help.

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‘    hey.  i’ll do everything in my power to get you out of here,  but you’re gonna have to  TRUST  me.  &  believe me,  i know that’s a big deal.    ’

four word starters.  // accepting !

ENDURINGWILL.

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       he had no qualms mouthing off the last guy who was here, the one to bring him in ; it’s not his first rodeo with the police.  he shrugs, extending an arm to usher her in.   ❝ here t’ keep me company, or — ?

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‘    something like that.    ’      technically,  she isn’t even allowed to ask him about the  WEATHER  without breaching protocol.  a quick,  passing appraisal of the room ;  cramped,  sparsely furnished,  as these places tend to be ;  &  she aims for an empty chair.      ‘    wish i’d brought a deck of cards.    ’

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‘    john murphy  —  ?  detective decker,  LAPD.  i talked to your caseworker on the phone,  she said she’s been trying to track down your mom so i can ask you a few questions.  you mind if i sit ?    ’      //  @enduringwill.