Yet another visit to her father yielding no answers. Bruiser felt like she was pulling teeth, trying to get her father to talk. Something had happened between he and Leo that she needed to know about. Especially now that the feds were on her doorstep about the murder of Rosalie Sutton.

Bruiser sat in the chair at the table where she'd been talking to her father, watching as a prison guard escorted him back to his cell. A sigh fell from her lips, and she shook her head. If he'd just tell her what happened. Maybe then she could get the FBI off her tail.

But it was clear that her father still wouldn't answer. And so Bruiser got up to leave. That was, until the sounds of struggling caught her attention. Heels clicking against the ground, she followed the sound out into the hall, where she found a police officer yelling at a woman in cuffs. The woman was young, Bruiser could tell even from her distance, and clearly intimidated by the officer. Hardly giving the impression of some stubborn criminal. And the officer was yelling questions at them and shoving them around, seemingly trying to interrogate them about their alleged crime. So they weren't even a convicted criminal yet. Bruiser's jaw clenched.

"Hey!"

She called out, approaching the officer and the cuffed woman. Both paused at the sound of the commanding voice, the woman looking like a deer caught in headlights. The officer looked mildly annoyed.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Does this woman have any representation? Have you told them their rights?"

Bruiser asked, immediately taking control of the situation. She was the one doing the interrogating now. The officer narrowed his eyes.

"Who the hell are you to tell me how to do my job, huh lady?"

He snarked, crossing his arms and buffing out his chest. Bruiser scoffed. As if he was trying to scare her.

"A lawyer with over 20 years of experience. Enough to know that you can't interrogate them until they have some form of legal advice or representation. They have a right to advice, no matter what they're accused of. They're innocent until proven guilty, and yet here you are, treating them like a criminal already."

She shot back, narrowing her eyes at the officer. He seemed to fumble for something to say, not expecting to get called out on his behavior. Bruiser rolled her eyes, looking instead at the woman. Their eyes were a little watery, and still wide with shock or fear, but now with a hint of gratefulness, too. Bruiser reached out and rested a hand on their shoulder.

"Now if you'll excuse me.. I'd like to speak with my client."

She told the officer. He scowled and scoffed, but turned and walked off. Bruiser gently lead the woman away from the hall, out into a separate room. Secluded, where they wouldn't be bothered.

"Are you alright?"

Bruiser asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked at the younger woman. They seemed shaken, but she couldn't see any visible injuries. That didn't mean there weren't any at all, but it was a good start.