Marisol let the girl take the lead. She knew where they were going after all. She had heard the gunshot as they had left, and for once was glad she wasn’t on duty. Had she been, she would have been obligated to respond. In this case - it would only be her own conscience she’d have to deal with. She was a detective and was putting pieces together. She knew what Enrique did, and she surmised that he had been a part of that. He also knew how much he cared for the girl she was with now and he wouldn’t have subjected her to it willingly. Whatever happened, had been a surprise.
Marta also had a strange dog - and it seemed different from the normal animal/human relationship even if she couldn’t put her finger on what it was. Marisol pushed that aside - she didn’t need to figure that out yet. They arrived at a building in the Red Light District - an odd place to live, but that feeling you were being watched was here. Marisol paid for the cab and followed Marta inside. She spoke to seemingly nobody and then added in something else too. ”Sky - also inform Nox that Lily is safe at home if you haven’t already.”
”Nox and Liv have been notified,” Marisol gave a smile realizing that the building had an AI.
Marisol followed the girl downstairs to a gym of sorts. She sat down on the couch with the baby, unwrapping her from the coat had wrapped her in. Marisol was surprised. Enrique had told her of her trauma and that she had panic attacks, but Marta didn’t seem that way. She seemed completely collected.
”Every thing alright, Marta,” she sat down next to Marta.
”Everything is surprisingly fine,” the girl said with a smile, still looking at the baby.
”Somethings happening? You want to talk about it?” something had clicked in the girl’s mind or she was having some sort of breakthrough.
”Yes, but not with you. I’m sorry - that’s rude. There’s a lot that you don’t know, and I need to talk to someone who does. I don’t know you well enough yet. I hope you understand.”
Marisol did. She hadn’t gained the girl’s trust yet, and that was okay. ”I do hope to get to know you better soon,” she said.
Marta looked up at her and smiled. ”Me too,” she said, turning back to Lily.
The child began to fuss a little, and Marisol was about to ask if Marta needed help, but she began to gently rock the child, gently telling her everything was okay. Then Marta began to sing a soft lullaby in Spanish. It was almost as if the girl knew exactly what to do. Lily, fussing simply because she was tired, fell asleep in Marta’s arms.
Marta also had a strange dog - and it seemed different from the normal animal/human relationship even if she couldn’t put her finger on what it was. Marisol pushed that aside - she didn’t need to figure that out yet. They arrived at a building in the Red Light District - an odd place to live, but that feeling you were being watched was here. Marisol paid for the cab and followed Marta inside. She spoke to seemingly nobody and then added in something else too. ”Sky - also inform Nox that Lily is safe at home if you haven’t already.”
”Nox and Liv have been notified,” Marisol gave a smile realizing that the building had an AI.
Marisol followed the girl downstairs to a gym of sorts. She sat down on the couch with the baby, unwrapping her from the coat had wrapped her in. Marisol was surprised. Enrique had told her of her trauma and that she had panic attacks, but Marta didn’t seem that way. She seemed completely collected.
”Every thing alright, Marta,” she sat down next to Marta.
”Everything is surprisingly fine,” the girl said with a smile, still looking at the baby.
”Somethings happening? You want to talk about it?” something had clicked in the girl’s mind or she was having some sort of breakthrough.
”Yes, but not with you. I’m sorry - that’s rude. There’s a lot that you don’t know, and I need to talk to someone who does. I don’t know you well enough yet. I hope you understand.”
Marisol did. She hadn’t gained the girl’s trust yet, and that was okay. ”I do hope to get to know you better soon,” she said.
Marta looked up at her and smiled. ”Me too,” she said, turning back to Lily.
The child began to fuss a little, and Marisol was about to ask if Marta needed help, but she began to gently rock the child, gently telling her everything was okay. Then Marta began to sing a soft lullaby in Spanish. It was almost as if the girl knew exactly what to do. Lily, fussing simply because she was tired, fell asleep in Marta’s arms.