Trying To Call Home - Open
Jan 19, 2018 21:53:25 GMT
Post by Theodore Bennett on Jan 19, 2018 21:53:25 GMT
It had been a long few days, thirty six hours later and one case over turned Elena was glad to be heading home mid afternoon. The jury had taken only two hours over lunch to decide her client was innocent which just made the day a little brighter for her. The previous night she had stayed up with her team to try and make sure closing arguments were good enough against the state and this time things had turned out the way they should. Her client was innocent and the guilty party had been arrested on the steps of the court house.
Elena knew it was a CPD nightmare to have one of their cases over turned but a nice show of force on the steps in front of awaiting media cameras had a win win for both sides. The bustle outside of the court house had her seeking a quiet location in Lincoln park. A place where she could think about what had happened and get a cup of coffee. She had stepped off the metro having stopped at her office to drop her brief case off before swapping her shoes to flats and grabbing her bag. It was an over the shoulder type which she had from her right shoulder to her left hip.
The park was much quieter than the city and she felt a lot more relaxed there. That was until she felt the tug on her bag strap that had the unfortunate feeling of tugging her along with it. Before she knew what was going on her bag was ripped from her over her head and off her shoulder. She barely had time to scream as she watched a guy run off with her bag, sure her purse, ID and her life was in it. The funny things about bags, she could call the police with her mobile phone but it was in her bag and remembering where the nearest payphone was.
Payphones were slowly disappearing as was her bag. She was too tired to take chase after the man as she tried to remember as many details as she could about him. She could call a cab home but her cash was in that bag though the one thing she was thankful for was her keys. She never left them in her bag, always her coat pocket. Trick taught to her from her dad, no use in losing your keys if the worst was to happen. Elena had never been great with believing people to be bad but today, she had ever intent in glaring daggers toward the guy as she dropped down on the nearest bench to gather her thoughts.
Elena knew it was a CPD nightmare to have one of their cases over turned but a nice show of force on the steps in front of awaiting media cameras had a win win for both sides. The bustle outside of the court house had her seeking a quiet location in Lincoln park. A place where she could think about what had happened and get a cup of coffee. She had stepped off the metro having stopped at her office to drop her brief case off before swapping her shoes to flats and grabbing her bag. It was an over the shoulder type which she had from her right shoulder to her left hip.
The park was much quieter than the city and she felt a lot more relaxed there. That was until she felt the tug on her bag strap that had the unfortunate feeling of tugging her along with it. Before she knew what was going on her bag was ripped from her over her head and off her shoulder. She barely had time to scream as she watched a guy run off with her bag, sure her purse, ID and her life was in it. The funny things about bags, she could call the police with her mobile phone but it was in her bag and remembering where the nearest payphone was.
Payphones were slowly disappearing as was her bag. She was too tired to take chase after the man as she tried to remember as many details as she could about him. She could call a cab home but her cash was in that bag though the one thing she was thankful for was her keys. She never left them in her bag, always her coat pocket. Trick taught to her from her dad, no use in losing your keys if the worst was to happen. Elena had never been great with believing people to be bad but today, she had ever intent in glaring daggers toward the guy as she dropped down on the nearest bench to gather her thoughts.
