Monster Minds [completed]

Epilogue

The journalist stopped typing, fingers dying on the keyboard. The story was over, there was nothing left to write.

He pushed his thick hair back with his glasses and sat back in the plastic chair. The women in front of him raised an unimpressed eyebrow, waiting for him to say something. But he didn't have any words except those now written on his page, dictated by the blonde behind bars.

Her story would be read by many, the public would flock to the prison doors, demanding something more than justice. He assumed she would be acquitted before the end of her fifth year in Gail. She would return to the public a millionaire; the book would sell more copies worldwide than any before it.

He closed the lip of his laptop and ran a hand through his beard. There was one question he was itching to ask, but he feared her response.

"When you walk free, will you try to find him, Emily?" He said at last, the weight lifted off his chest.

The women leaned forwards, eyes circled by a ring of patience, knowledge, and most of all, anger.

"No. I have a feeling it will be him who will find me."