Alex

She had been watching through the two-way glass, but still the culprit didn't speak. She sat with her back straight, blinking a normal amount, and staring right at the freshly painted wall.

Abigail's supervisor had taken point, interviewing the culprit, after her partner kept giving unwarranted opinions without thought.

The girl just sat there staring at a spot over his head and commented on his height. It set him off. Again.

The funny thing was, this girl was almost a resident of their precinct. Her problem was causing trouble almost every other week, but the worst part, her parents didn't lift a finger to help her. Not for the reason you think.

Alexandra Jane Mavis wasn't just the youngest criminal mastermind of her generation, she was the cleanest. No footage, or audio. Zero eye witnesses. If it wasn't for the bracelet on her ankle, she never would have been caught, she was that clever.

However, standing here watching her indifference behind the glass, Abigail wondered if they did catch her, or if she let them.

Finally, Abigail's supervisor stepped into the room followed by a uniformed officer.

Alexandra closed her eyes and sighed.

Madeleine cleared her throat. "I am Detective Mad-"

"-I don't care." Alexandra interrupted, staring directly at her sergeant. "Get to the point."

"Do you understand-?"

"I do," she answered, blinking once.

For the first time, Abigail watched her commanding officer stammer through her words.

"Words... Chica."

Alexandra's absolute arrogance knew no bounds. Abigail was beginning to understand why others had to step away from her cases. She was frustrating.

"There is a fair amount of evidence stacked against you, Miss Mavis..." Madeleine spoke with a bite in her tone. "Despite that, the parents of the victims haven't pressed charges. They wish to re-"

Alexandra started laughing at that moment, displaying genuine amusement, undeterred by the fact that she was in handcuffs.

"Miss Mavis, let me-"

"The answer is, NO." She said without mirth. "I beat those rapists cunts to near death because they drugged and attempted to rape, my. Little. Sister. All for what? Media content?"

Alexandra shook her head. "Besides, I hacked their network before you assholes got there. Words out. They were fucked the moment they chose my little sister for a fun time."

"You just confessed to-" Madeleine stopped abruptly. Her boss was intimidated, Abigail realized, not at all surprised. The culprit wasn't just beautiful, she was breathtakingly so.

Alexandra smirked in response.

"It should be starting soon," Alexandra declared, her eyes narrowed. "Like domino's. I imagine your workload is about to get more fucked than usual."

And she was right.

In the weeks that followed, the case of five fraternity brothers brutally beaten to death had universal coverage.

Alexandra's younger sister wasn't the first victim, she was the last of eighty-six women in total. Only thirteen came forward, several were deceased, while others either made peace with what happened, or couldn't bare public scrutiny.

The live feed that captured Alexandra going berserk online, somehow disabled itself. USB drives were found, stored away in Tupperware containers beneath a bed within the frat house.

Alexandra sent footage of the young womens assault to multiple media outlets, culminating in a shitstorm of riots and death threats the likes of which Abigail could never unsee or hear. Once names were dropped, there was a public outcry for immediate execution.

Decades later, people still talk about it.

Needless to say, Abigail was never the same after that first run-in with Alexandra Jane Mavis.