Chapter 2

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Sometimes everything is wrong. 
When your day is night alone, 
If you feel like letting go, 

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"Prue I need your help."

"Phoebe is that you?"

"Yes.  Prue I've just been arrested for murder." she whispered.

"Murder?  Who?" Prue demanded.

"Miles."

"MILES?  Phoebe what is going on?"

"I don't have much time.  I need help Prue."

"Okay.  I'll talk with Andy and see what he says.  Maybe he can get some help.  In the meantime do not talk to anyone.  And we'll get you a lawyer."

"Thanks Prue."

"It's going to be all right sweetie just let me sort this out and I have the number on Caller ID and we'll make this right."

"I love you."

"I love you too.  Be safe."

And the phone call ended.  Phoebe hung up the phone and the officer standing next to her took her arm and 'guided' her to the cell.

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They pulled her out of the cell only to thrust her into a nicer one.  "Now Ms. Halliwell would you care to share with us what happened." Officer McNare asked.

"I don't want to talk without..."

"I'm Mrs. Halliwell's attorney, and she is to say nothing." a man interrupted.  Phoebe looked up and then put her head back now.

"Gentlemen can you please give me a chance to talk with my client?" he asked the two officers.  "Of course McNare answered.  And then he leaned into Phoebe, "You must have some money." and then left.

Phoebe didn't have money.  No she just lived in a world where irony was always funny to people.  When they left the man approached her and stuck out his hand, "Ms. Halliwell my name is Cole Turner I was asked to be your attorney."

"Do you honestly not remember me?" she scoffed.

Cole looked down at his briefcase.  "I do.  I was just trying to get through the awkwardness."

"Mission accomplished." she bit out.

"Listen if you don't want my help I can leave that is fine.  I was just called to do this as a favor."

"Fine.  I do need help and according to everything I've heard about you your good."

Cole nodded and sat down opening his briefcase.  "Now why don't you tell me what happened."

"I was late.  Miles was going to cook dinner for me that night and I had been running late.  He called me at five o'clock and told me that he was going to go ahead to my apartment and start.  I told him that was fine.  I had given him a key at lunch because I was afraid I was going to be running late.  So I finally left the office at 5:45 and got in a cab and went back to my apartment.

I walked up the stairs and when I got to my door I noticed that it was open.  Which registered a little bit, but that had happened a week ago so I didn't automatically think something was amiss.  I went in and sat my purse and briefcase onto the table and called out to Miles not really looking around.  I finally looked up when I didn't get a reply.  That was when I noticed something was wrong.  I went into the kitchen and saw Miles spread on the floor with the knife through his chest.  His eyes were open and I thought he was still alive.

I kept calling out his name.  I took the knife out of his chest and I scrambled for the phone and called 911.  After that it gets a little hazy."

Cole finished writing his notes.  "This is good.  We can work with this.  Now your bond hearing is set for tomorrow we are going to try and get the judge to let you out on your own recognizance.  And I will do anything in my power to get you free."

"Thank-you Cole."

"It's no problem Phoebe.  And before I go I want to apologize for my behavior."

"Accepted."

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End of Chapter 2