Samson Carter was in a police cruiser escorting Alyssa Cooper to face the judge for her trespassing and break and entering charges; doing his best to ignore her offers for sex in exchange to being released.
“Come now deputy,” Alyssa batting her eyes; “don’t you want to have a little fun?”
Samson ignores her as he stops at a four way.
“I promise I won’t bite,” Alyssa grins; “hard.”
Samson proceeds to drive down the town’s main drag, noticing several shops just getting ready to open up.
“Hello,” Alyssa trying get Samson’s attention; “earth to policeman. Horny girl wanting your rod in her! Are you even listening to me?”
“Yes,” Samson finally responding to Alyssa; “so is the dashboard camera I have pointed at you, recording everything you say. Do yourself a favor and shut up. I’m not interested in you.”
“You dumb mutt,” Alyssa’s mood changing and she starting to snarl; “I will not be denied.”
“And we have arrived at the court house,” Samson stopping his police cruiser at the side entrance used by court officers and police escorting prisoners to stand trial. Getting out he opens the rear door to collect Alyssa. Alyssa upset that she wasn’t able to seduce Samson, tries to struggle and resist leaving the car. But despite the fact that she is a wer-mer; Alyssa is no match, strength wise with a were-dog, who was able to drag her out and frog march her to the door.
One of the court officers who witness the struggle and smiles; he opens the door for Samson and his prisoner.
“Feisty one,” the court officer observes; “her name?”
“Alyssa Cooper,” Samson answers while effortlessly holding her from running off; “her charges are Trespassing, breaking and entering in regards to her cousin Sheriff Douglas Cooper’s fishing cabin.” Samson hands the officer the transfer papers detailing Alyssa’s charges.
“Okay,” the court officer scanning the papers; "we’ll escort her to the presiding judge. He just got back from his vacation up in British Columbia. Judge Brian Flagg.”
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Alyssa was escorted to a small court room that was nearly empty; save for the few people lingering in the gallery and a tall skinny person sitting at the prosecution’s desk and a mousey looking woman who Alyssa could tell was the court stenographer. Being escorted to the defense table by the officer, Alyssa notices the judge as a bailiff begins handing him documents. Seeing him, a large imposing man sporting a full beard and wild hair; Alyssa could tell this was a man who would brook no nonsense; but Alyssa being who she is, she couldn’t help herself.
Reviewing the file he looks at the defense table. “Alyssa Cooper you are being charged with one count of trespassing and one count of break and entering, how do you plead.”
“I plead, to hell with you all,” Alyssa flipping Judge Flagg the bird; “get me a lawyer now!”
Judge Flagg unamused with Alyssa’s flippant attitude just stares at her before speaking; “a plea of not guilty will be entered on your behalf. You will be remanded without bail until your lawyer gets here. I pray you are a little more respectful when you reappear in my court room, the next time.”
Judge Flagg bangs his gavel and the court officer that escorted Alyssa to the court room once again takes Alyssa and marches her to a holding cell in the court room. Presenting her with a phone the officer looks at Alyssa.
“One phone call only; it will be monitored. Use it to call your lawyer.”
“He is in California,” Alyssa answers; “I’m not waiting in this cesspit for him.”
The officer just hand Alyssa a sheet of paper with names and numbers on it; “local lawyers that you can call then.”
Alyssa scans the paper looking for someone that can help; despite only having one phone call she notices a name that makes her smile; “it’s been a few years Jimmy, I hope you’re not still sore over that time I did your twin sister.”
Alyssa calling up the number just smiles as she gets the secretary. Grinning, Alyssa asks the secretary to give Jimmy a message.
“Tell Jimmy, his former fiancé is in town and needs a favor. He can meet me at the court house.” Alyssa hangs up and hands the phone back to the officer; “got anything to eat? My cousin the sheriff never bothered to give me breakfast this morning.”