A woman in a black suit carrying a black shiny brief case was walking down a corridor. She is a layer. Her name is Mai Suthury. And she has the world’s worst sense of direction. “Oops, sorry, wrong room” “no this ain’t it…” “Who’s on trial…no not my case.”
Eventually, at around half past twelve, she found the right courtroom. She pushed the doors open, and walked in. “sorry I’m late, I got lost on the way here.”
“Why does that not surprise me Miss Suthury? Take your seat, we have been waiting for your arrival.” The ancient judge said, straightening his wig.
Mai took her place by her client. She was a good layer, knew the book inside out, upside down and the right way round. Her client was being accused of sexual perversion, so she was wary around him. Three minuets later,
“Call the next witness, Allain Merto. Will Allain Merto take the stand.”
A man got up from within the crowd and walked into the stand. “Do you promise to tell the truth, the holy truth and nothing but the truth?”
“I do  yur ‘oner.” The man had a strong accent, Mai saw something in his body language that she immediately didn’t trust. The witness gave a  detailed description on what he had seen, and then it was Mai’s turn to question.
“Where were you on the night in question Mr Merto?”
“I wos a’ ‘ome.”
“What were you doing?”
The man leaned forwards and smiled, most of his teeth were rotten. “I could show ya if yer want.”
Mai backed away slightly. “No thank you. Now you say that you saw my client, and I quote, Grab her boobs and ass in broad daylight, how could you if you were at home doing…things…Well?”
“I wasn’t at home all the time, I went for a walk in the local park and saw `im do it.”
“So you lied when you said that you were just at home. Even though you swore to tell the truth?”
”Now I never said I stayed there all night now did I.”
“So why had you gone to the park, were you meeting someone there?”
The man smiled his rotten smile again “Don’ you know it toots, I was there the rest of the night. I can show you exactly what I was doin if you wanta come with me after this lil trial is done” He winked at her, Mai recoiled in disgust. She turned to the judge.
“Your honner, permission to treat witness as hostile?”
“Permission is granted Miss Suthury.”
“Suthury,” The witness murmured. “What an exotic name…They say that those from other countries are the best of all…” His eyes drifted up and down Mai’s body.
“Don’t even try it creep.” Mai snapped, she walked up to him, “I have in my briefcase a piece of evidence that can prove my clients innocence, and possibly prove YOUR guilt.” She spun around, as she did, the witness stuck his hand out and tried to grab her. “Touch me with that filthy hand, and I’ll personally break each finger, one by one.” The man withdrew his hand quickly.
Mai walked over to her brief case, her trainers squeaking on the floor as she went. She had never seen the point of high heeled shoes, she had tried them before, but kept falling over in them. She opened up the briefcase and withdrew a piece of paper, and some photos.
“These, Mr Merto.” She spoke with venom in her voice, spinning sharply on one heel as she did. “These are photographs of you in the park, with the victim of the attack. And on this piece of paper is a SIGNED statement from a witness that you paid not to speak, it’s marvellous what you can achieve just by checking someones bank balance. What. Do. You. Say. To. That. Mr. Merto.” Mai spat the last words out, glaring at the man on the stand. He shrank back from her, trying to hide and get away from her accusing stare.
“All right, ya got me. It wos me all along.” The man ran a hand through his hair, it was caked in grease and hair jell. “I couldn help meself…I really couldn!”
Mai smiled, she had done her job, now there was just one thing left to do to wrap up this case. “I have a statement from the woman that YOU assaulted, saying that she wants the maximum charge, in other words, she wants the book thrown at you.”
“I think that would be a bad idea, you see…I have connections in high places…”The mans voice had changed, sounding dark and threatening.
“Are you threatening me?” Mai asked, unimpressed by what she was hearing.
“I’ll take it back if ya gimme a squeeze of ‘em.” The familiar accent and crudity was back.
“Urgh! THAT’S IT!” Mai screamed. She threw the papers in her hand to the floor and punched the man in the face. There was a crunching noise and Allain screamed.
“She broke my nose!!!!! The bitch!!!!!!!!”
“Miss Suthury, that sort of behaviour is not acceptable in my courtroom!” The judge shouted at Mai, slamming his hammer onto the desk.
“I DON’T FUCKING CARE!!!!!I QUIT!!!!!!!! YOU CAN DO THIS CASE AND FOR ALL I CARE, HE CAN ROT IN HELL!!!!!!!” And with that, she ran up to the door, shoved it open, and slammed it shut behind her.
“So, you’ve quite your job then.” Mai span around and saw a man with sandy hair, a shabby coat with two badges on it, ripped jeans and trainers. In one word, scruffy.
“You heard that then.” She said, feeling embarrassed about her outburst.
“I’d have thought that half the courts on the other side of the building heard you. Good luck in the future, it’s my turn now.” The man pushed the doors open and walked through. A business card drifted t the floor, on it were the words, ‘Lee Masters. Private detective, paranormal investigator.’ There was a number jotted down on it and an address on the back, the address kept going out of focus, as if he didn’t want to be found. She shrugged and walked off, pocketing the card. She was going  to miss her job, the clients weren’t very  kind to her sometimes, but it gave her the money she needed, what was she going to do now? She looked around and saw some people with tattoos…’hmm…I wonder’ She thought to herself. She had always fancied a tattoo, one of the union flag… “I wonder how much one costs.” She thought out loud.