A Journal of My Thoughts (Final Part)

Good morning!  I hope everyone is doing well!  I have a small announcement to make.  I will be taking a break until the new year.  There are so many things that need to be done for Christmas!  So I will be taking a break for Christmas and will be back the first full week in January with new stories!  I will still be around on Instagram, so keep a look out over there!

We are at the last part of this story!  I hope you have enjoyed this story and I hope you enjoy the last part!  I will see you in January!

A Journal of My Thoughts

December 17, 20–

Today was the best day I have had in a long time.  Today was the day that I got to tell Mr. Neasvelle the wonderful news that his case got thrown out.  I woke up in the best mood and I even kind of bounced out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen to get breakfast.

I told James I would pick up coffee on the way to the office.  I don’t normally do that, but I woke up in such a good mood that I couldn’t help myself.  I left the house with a bounce in my step and I got into my car to go to Starbucks. It was going to be a good day.

My car swung into the driveway and I ordered my normal blonde coffee with 2 sugars.  And then I ordered James’ wild coffee: dark roast coffee with a pump of hazelnut, a pump of vanilla, and a pump of mocha, 4 sugars, and 4 cream.  Who orders that? I should’ve asked James if I could taste it, but…I think that would’ve been weird.

As soon as I got to the office, I could feel myself getting more excited.  I strutted to James’ office and handed him the coffee. We chatted for a bit before his phone started to ring.  He picked it up and happily answered. He nodded his head before telling the person on the other end to let him up.  He hung up the phone and told me that our client was here.

We walked to the conference room and stood near the door with giant smiles on our faces.  Our client turned the corner and stepped into the conference. We shouted congratulations and smiled.  James couldn’t help himself and spilled the beans. He talked at a mile a minute, explaining everything that happened.

Mr. Neasvelle’s eyes lit up and a grin broke out across his face.  I could see tears starting to form in his eyes and slowly start to stream down his face.  He told us he couldn’t believe what had happened. He sat down in the nearest chair and covered his face with his hands.  He started sobbing and when we asked him what was wrong, he told us he never expected to win the case.

He told us that he always trusted us, but there was a small part of him that didn’t think we could actually win.  He was expecting to be in jail for the rest of his life for something he didn’t do. I sat down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder.  I explained that we always try our best to win the cases, and in his case, we won. It wasn’t because of all of the evidence or how we presented the case, it was because his ex-wife’s lawyer was dumb and tried to cause an issue to win.  And because of that we won the case.

Mr. Neasvelle looked at both of us and thanked us profusely.  He told us that he couldn’t thank us enough and that he would get the payment to us as soon as he had the money.  I looked at James who nodded, giving me the go ahead. I told Mr. Neasvelle that we wouldn’t be taking any sort of payment.  He needed the money more than we did and we had decided that we didn’t want to take any of it.

I have never seen a client cry so much out of happiness.  He engulfed me in a hug and cried even harder. He thanked us over and over and over.  James came over and gave Mr. Neasvelle a hug as well. I have never been happier with the outcome of a trial and I couldn’t have asked for a better reaction from our client.  It felt amazing.

Once Mr. Neasvelle composed himself, we walked him out to the lobby and saw him out.  It felt good. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. It made me happy to be a lawyer.  It made me realize how much I enjoy helping people. I couldn’t be happier with this outcome.

I leave this here.  I’m going out to celebrate.  The first round is on James, so I can’t be late.  So here’s where I leave it. G’night.



A Journal of My Thoughts (Part 6)

Good morning!  How was everyone’s week?  I am hanging out with some friends this weekend so I am very excited for that!  Keep an eye on my Instagram for photos!

We continue with the case for Mr. Neasvelle.  I hope everything goes in his favor.  Enjoy the Adventure!

A Journal of My Thoughts

December 16, 20–

I am so furious!  I have found out that Mr. Able pulled the fire alarm in the courthouse!  I knew that he did. I called it yesterday when he was acting all strange outside the courthouse.  Honestly, I hope this means that either the case gets thrown out or we get an advantage in the case.

I don’t know what Able was thinking.  I know he’s a petty individual but I never thought he would ever stoop that low to win a case.

Then again, I’ve never actually tried a case against him.

I just…I just can’t believe someone would be that determined to try to win a case.  I would be ashamed of myself if I ever stooped that low to win a case. Like…the audacity.  Either Able is hiding something or he doesn’t have a solid case against Mr. Neasvelle. I haven’t figured out which it is.

James was so upset when I arrived at the office today.  I could tell just by looking at him that he didn’t sleep well the night before.  He had large bags under his eyes and his eyes were red from exhaustion. James told me that he was worried that the case was over.  He was afraid that the judge wouldn’t see our case and wouldn’t see our side of the case.

And that’s when it happened.  The phone on James’ desk started to ring.  We both stared at it, not sure if we should answer or not.  Then James’ arm reached out and picked up the phone off the cradle.  He answered the phone in the most monotone voice he could’ve answered in.

Immediately his eyes widened.  He grabbed a pad of paper and started scribbling something that I couldn’t read.  Not that his handwriting is messy, but have you ever tried reading something upside down?  It’s quite difficult. Anyway, he was scribbling something as fast as he could, all while nodding and agreeing with whoever was on the phone.

He said goodbye and slammed the phone back down on the receiver.  He got a very goofy smile on his face and started to tell me what happened.

The judge was so upset about what Able did that he wanted to throw out all of the evidence that Able wanted to present.  I don’t know if that’s even legal! The judge wanted the throw the entire case out and prove that Mr. Neasvelle is innocent.  That would be amazing! That would be the best thing in the world for Mr. Neavelle. If he didn’t have to spend any time in jail that would be a win.

I couldn’t believe it.  Was that even possible? Could a judge do that?  The judge wanted to talk to us and Able to see how we wanted to proceed.  I was surprised that the judge wanted to talk to all of us together, but that was a decision for him, not me.

James and I raced over to the courthouse to meet with the judge and Able.  We hurried through the lobby to the small judges quarters to hear yelling. It was hard to make out what was being said, but all I knew two people were unhappy.  James suggested that it was probably Able and the judge arguing about the judge’s decision, but we couldn’t be for sure.

James cautiously knocked on the door and the room with quiet.  The door opened and the judge brought us into the room. Able was sitting in one of the chairs with a very angry scowl on his face.  I could immediately tell that he was angry that he was caught, but there was nothing I could do about it.

The judge sat down and told us what he wanted to do.  He said he looked at the evidence and knew that Mr. Neasvelle wasn’t guilty.  Able went to object but the judge immediately silenced him. The judge told us that he was very ashamed of Able and how he had gone about trying to win the case.  He shamed Able, telling Able that the trick that was pulled was low and uncalled for in a courthouse. Able’s face turned red, obviously not used to being humiliated in front of other people.

The judge told us that he was going to give a verdict that Mr. Neasvelle was innocent and that the police had the wrong man.  He told us that the evidence was quite clear and he wasn’t going to change the decision. He turned to Able and told him that if he ever, EVER, saw Mrs. Neasvelle suing Mr. Neasvelle on his docket that he would immediately throw out the case.  I could not have been happier with the decision. James and I stood up and shook the judges hand before watching Able race out the door.

James and I agreed to wait until tomorrow to tell Mr. Neasvelle about the judge’s decision.  We wanted to make his day and maybe give him an extra little surprise. We discussed a small surprise for Mr. Neasvelle and went our separate ways for the night.

When I got home I told Rose about what happened.  We were both so excited that we decided to open a new bottle of wine.  It’s something we don’t do that often, but it was a good celebration. But now, I have to try to sleep before telling Mr. Neasvelle the good news.  G’Night.


WW-Hospital Room

Good morning!  It is Wednesday which means it’s the middle of the week and we are a couple of days closer to Friday!  Does anyone have any exciting plans for the weekend?

I’m sorry for leaving you on a cliff hanger last week!  So I won’t stall too long before letting you read the Adventure.  Enjoy!

Hospital Room


West’s head was pounding.  He slowly reached his hand up to his head and rubbed his temple.  He didn’t know where he was but all he knew that he hurt.

He slowly opened his eyes to a very bright room.  His eyes hurt from the brightness of the room. He blinked and saw his parents sitting across the room from him.  His mom stood up and rushed over to him. “Oh my goodness! I thought we lost you. Are you okay honey?”

West winced a bit as his mom wrapped her arms around him.  “Uh…I think so…what happened?”

His father stepped over and let out a long sigh.  “You…you were shot when we arrived at the house for the negotiation.  You were hit twice in your left leg but blacked out almost immediately. I’m sorry Bug…I should’ve made sure you were safe to go in…”

West looked down to see his left leg completely bandaged up.  No wonder he felt more pain in that part of his body. He groaned.  “It’s okay dad. You couldn’t have known that was going to happen. I had bulletproof vest but not bulletproof pants.  There’s no way we could’ve known the guy would shoot at us.”

“We knew he was dangerous.  I shouldn’t have sent you into that dangerous situation.  I just…” He sighed, obviously he was having a hard time accepting the fact that his son had gotten hurt under his watch.  “I should’ve told the chief you weren’t going to do it. I take full responsibility for this.”

West tried to sit up in the hospital bed as best as he could.  “Dad. You literally couldn’t have known. I was the one who accepted the challenge and I was the one who put my life on the line.  Please do not blame yourself for this.” He could see his father’s face drop a little. West knew his father will always blame himself if West got hurt.  But they couldn’t go back in time and change what happened.

He cleared his throat.  “So…did we get the guy?”

Anthony shook his head.  “No…in the midst of the gunfire he was able to get away with the girl.  Everyone was trying to figure out what happened when he somehow slipped out the back.  He managed to get past all of the officers while they were still ducking for cover.”

West groaned.  “Great. Well…since I don’t know when I will be out of the hospital, I can kind of help you with stuff.  I can try to find any information in the stuff we have to see where he possibly went.”

He watched his father turn around and grab a box off the ground.  “I was hoping you would say that. I brought the case file and your laptop just in case you would need it.  Thankfully Chief Dyner was willing to let the case leave the office for a while so you could take a look at it.”  He gently set the box on the side of the bed so West could grab what he needed.

West grabbed the file and started flipping through the pages.  “So what do we know about this guy?”

“His name is Connor Hayes.  He’s 28 years old and was a computer technician for Best Buy.  The Geek Squad? Anyway, he was fired a month ago for continuing to be late to work and according to his ex-girlfriend, he got super depressed because he gave away his weekends with his daughter for the whole month.  His roommate said he started drinking more than normal, but continued to look for jobs to get back on his feet. Also, according to his roommate, Connor was quite hot headed and had an awful temper on him.”

“Why did he kidnap his daughter?  What was his motive?” West and Anthony looked over at Sarah, who was sitting near the small window in the room.  She looked up at them. “What? Can I not participate?”

Anthony snickered.  “Of course you can participate sweetheart.  His motive to kidnap his daughter was that according to him his ex-girlfriend abuses the little girl.  Of course the ex denies everything but after talking to her and her roommate all of Connor’s allegations are wrong.  So in Connor’s mind he’s saving his daughter from a dangerous situation but is putting her in a more dangerous situation because now he is running from the police.”

“Who’s this Gregory Poloy?”

Anthony looked at the paper and raised an eyebrow.  “Uh…this is…oh…this is Connor’s best friend. Not a great guy.  He was arrested a couple times for DUI and possession of an illegal weapon.  He was released a couple of days ago and has been crashing on Connor’s couch since his release.  We have reason to believe that Gregory is actually the one who convinced Connor to go through with the plan.”

West shrugged.  “It could be. It could’ve also been the drinking.  It could’ve been another factor that we aren’t aware of.  The question now becomes where would Connor have gone.” He flipped through the pages to see if anything stood out.

There was a sigh from across the room.  “Hopefully he didn’t take her out of state.”

West shrugged.  “I don’t know mom.  He could’ve definitely fled the state or he could just be in a different town hiding out in a hotel.  It really depends on if there is any reason for him to leave the state. In Connor’s case, he doesn’t have anyone out of state.  His family is across the state, but he would still be in state boundaries. It just depends on what he plans on doing when he stops.”

Sarah looked out the window.  “What do you think he is planning on doing?  Do you think he’s going to try to change his identity?”

Anthony shifted uncomfortably.  “Hopefully nothing. But that means we have to solve this case sooner rather than later.  We have to save the life of a young child.”


WW-Hostage Situation

Hello!  How is everyone’s week going so far? Anyone have any exciting plans for Thanksgiving?  I’m spending time with family and possibly doing some writing, depending on how much time I have.

I apologize for not posting for a week.  I went on vacation and I have been so busy with work that I haven’t had time to write.  So we are picking up with a new Winchester case.  I hope you enjoy this Adventure!

Hostage Situation

The final bell rang and all of the students quickly packed up their belongings.  Winchester was no exception, shoving his books into his backpack and zipping the bag closed.  He unzipped the front pocket and pulled out his cell phone to see 7 missed phone calls.

All from his dad.

Winchester rolled his eyes.  Even though his dad knew Winchester was in class, he still never failed to call multiple times throughout the day.  Winchester walked out of the room before bringing the phone up to his ear. It rang once when Anthony answered. “Bug.  I need you to come to the office immediately. We have had a situation and I need a new set of eyes ASAP.”

West walked down the steps as quickly as he could to run to his car.  “What’s happening? Should I be really worried?”

“Maybe…”  West could hear his dad shuffling through a bunch of papers.  “Just get here when you can.” He hung up the phone quickly and West looked at his phone confused.  His dad never hung up the phone in the middle of a conversation. West knew that whatever was happening at the precinct must’ve been serious.

He found himself speed walking to his car to get to the situation, whatever it was.  West quickly unlocked the door and fell into the driver’s seat. He jammed the key into the ignition and the engine roared to life.  And with the pedal to the metal, West sped out of the parking lot and toward the precinct.

For all he knew there was major trouble at the police precinct.  His dad didn’t give many details, but it could’ve been for his own safety.  Maybe there was a very unstable person that needed to be handled. Or maybe there was something bigger than that.

The tires of West’s car skidded as he turned into the parking lot.  He scanned his key card at the gate and the safety bar slowly lifted.  West drove in and found a parking space before racing toward the front doors.  He walked through the large doors and scanned his key card to get into the precinct.

All that West could describe the precinct as was chaos.  It was loud as most of the officers were talking to each other or on the phone with someone else.  There was a photo of a man on every television screen with the word DANGEROUS flashing over it. West looked around to see the officers trying to find out what they could do.

Winchester walked over to his father who was on the phone while staring at the screen.  His dad nodded. “Uh huh…of course…yes sir…yes sir…goodbye…” He slammed the phone onto the cradle and turned around.  “Hey Bug…I’m glad you’re here.”

West leaned against the desk.  “What is going on? I’ve never seen so many officers working on the same case…what happened?”

His father let out a long sigh.  “Hostage situation. This man kidnapped his daughter from his ex-girlfriend’s house and is refusing to give her up.  He is claiming that his ex-girlfriend didn’t take good care of their daughter and now he is holding his daughter hostage until we arrest his ex-girlfriend and he gets full custody of his daughter.  The ex has told us that the kidnapper is unstable without his medication and according to her he has a gun. She is terrified for her daughter’s life and we have to find a way to get to the kidnapper without hurting the little girl.”

“What about a negotiator?  Wouldn’t they be the best option?”

“We tried that already.  He’s not willing to negotiate.  We tried forceful and empathetic and nothing.  This guy isn’t willing to give us anything.”

“Winchester West.  I’m so glad you are here.”

West looked up to see Chief Dyner standing on the other side of the desk.  He immediately stood up and shook the chief’s hand. “Chief Dyner. I wish I could’ve been here sooner, but unfortunately school comes first.”

The chief nodded.  “Of course. I assume your dad brought you up to speed about the situation?”

“Yes sir.  Let me know what I can do to help.”

The chief looked at Officer West before looking over at Winchester.  “I want you to go in there and talk to him. Our negotiators couldn’t do anything, but I think you can. You have a way about you that…”  He paused. “I think you could get the kidnapper to give up the girl.”

Winchester felt the blood drain from his face.  “Uh…I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like that.  How do I know what to say?”

“Just talk to him like a normal person.  I don’t want any actual negotiating from you, just talking to him like he is a friend of yours.  All I want is that you can somehow calm him down enough that we can get the girl. Are you in?”

West looked at his dad before looking back at the chief.  “I’m in.”

A short drive later Winchester and his dad arrived at the house.  Winchester stepped out of the car and immediately put on a bullet proof vest.  There was a hand on his shoulder. “Winchester. I want you to really think about this.  You don’t have to do this is you don’t want to.”

West nodded.  “I understand.  If I feel like I need to get out of there I will.”  He took a couple steps forward before gunshots rang throughout the neighborhood.  Everyone ducked for cover behind whatever they could, except for West. He ran to the side but not without getting hit.  His body hit the grass and he felt an intense pain. More gunshots rang out as he laid there in agony. The last thing he saw before blacking out was his father asking if he was okay.


A Journal of My Thoughts (Part 5)

Good morning!  I am so glad that today is Friday!  I have so many things planned for the next few days and I am very very excited.   Anybody else have exciting plans for the weekend and next week?

We continue on with our court case.  I hope that everything goes well for Mr. Neasvelle and I hope they can win the court case.  But, you will have to continue the Adventure to see what happens.  Enjoy!

A Journal of My Thoughts

December 15, 20—

Today was the big day.  I wasn’t able to sleep super well but I felt well rested.  I walked into the kitchen wearing my best suit and Rose smiled at me.  She told me that no matter what the outcome was going to be, she was proud of me.  That made me smile. Even though I know she will always support me, this just made me hold my head a little higher.

I filled my thermos with coffee and kissed Rose before walking out the door to my car.  James was going to collect everything from the office before heading to the courthouse so I made my way to meet him.  It would look unprofessional if we didn’t show up at the same time. I sent James a quick text to make sure he was on the way and he quickly replied with a simple yes.

The drive was uneventful so I won’t bore you with that.

We arrived at the same time and somehow parked next to each other.  I promise we didn’t plan that. It just happened. Either way, we walked up the steps to the courthouse to see Mr. Neasvelle standing in the lobby.  He was wearing a suit that was a smidge too big for him, but it didn’t look terrible. We walked up to him and shook his hand. He told us he was nervous and you could tell.  His hands were very sweaty.

I told Mr. Neasvelle that we had to give the judge the small amount of evidence we had and he told us he would meet us in the courtroom.  James told me he was so nervous but he had a feeling everything would go well. I laughed. I was feeling the same way though. I didn’t know that was a thing but here we are.

We walked into the judges chambers and saw the prosecuting attorney.  It was someone we had battled against before and we didn’t do well. His name was Mr. Able.  I was always kind of perplexed by his name. Was that actually his name? Or did he legally change his name?  He always said he was able to win his cases, so maybe he changed his name to reflect that. Who knows, but what I do know is that he is a very successful prosecuting attorney.

I saw Mr. Able and shook his hand.  He was always a very stone faced man, but he was at least polite.  To an extent. He would shake our hands and ask how we were doing, but then he would slaughter us in court.  But not today! I was determined that today would be the day we beat him.

Both parties presented their evidence to the judge and agreed on everything.  I could tell Mr. Able was a little shocked by how much we actually brought in.  Mostly witness statements but still, it was a bit of evidence.

I could tell that the evidence that he brought was much more physical.  Like, he had a flash drive, most likely with security camera footage on it, and some fingerprints supposedly that matched Mr. Neasvelle.  But what surprised me was that he brought the envelope of money that my client had given his client. It was still in an envelope with a small drawing on the front.  It said Child Support across the front and underneath there was a small stick figure family. There was a taller person and 3 shorter people, presumably Mr. Neasvelle and his three kids.  It made my heart skip a beat, it was cute. And very thoughtful.

The judge dismissed us and we found Mr. Neasvelle standing outside of the courtroom door.  He seemed even more nervous than before and it looked like he had been pacing quite a bit.  We tried to help calm him down and tell him that everything would be okay.

That was…until the fire alarm went off.

That’s right.  They had to evacuate the entire courthouse because the fire alarm went off.  All I could think of was that someone was trying to get out of their case today and would face federal charges for setting off the fire alarm in a courthouse.  But when we stepped outside there were actual flames coming out from the roof. Everyone was a little shocked and couldn’t believe this was happening.

I remember seeing Mr. Able standing off to the far side.  He seemed anxious, something I had never seen from him before.  I couldn’t tell if he was nervous about the courthouse burning down or if he was nervous that the case would be pushed to a different courtroom.  Or, maybe he had faked some of the evidence to make it look like Mr. Neasvelle was guilty.

It just seemed like very strange behavior from him.  But pretty soon the fire department shows up and starts to put out the flame.  The judges come walking around to tell everyone they will be receiving papers on when and where their cases will be handled.  The attorneys were told to stick around to collect their evidence but everyone else was dismissed.

James told me he would get the stuff and I took Mr. Neasvelle back to his apartment.  He told me he was more worried now that the case was being pushed off for a short while.  I told him everything would be fine and nothing would change in the case. We still were going to win no matter what.

I’m not sure if he fully believe me or not, but he told me he was very thankful for everything that we have done.  And I’m going to leave it there the night. I’m not sure when the case will resume, but hopefully it’s soon. G’night.


WW-This Isn’t Fair

Good morning!  It’s another Wednesday and I hope everyone is doing well.  I am getting  ready for my weekend because I have exciting plans for early next week.  And I cannot wait!

We continue with Winchester as we finish out this case.  How do you think Shelly will react when she finds out she was Catfished by Marcel?  I hope she takes it well, but you will have to read to find out!  Get ready for more Adventure and I hope you enjoy!

This Isn’t Fair

Winchester and Anthony sat at their desk, waiting for Shelly to come by and talk to them.  Winchester shuddered. “I am really hoping that everything goes well today. I would really like to see tomorrow.”

Anthony snickered.  “You are in a police station.  I don’t think you will have to worry about that.”  They both jumped as the phone on the desk began to ring.  Anthony picked it up. “Officer West…uh huh…okay I’ll be right there.”  He hung up the phone and sighed, looking up at his son. “She’s here. Head over to the conference room and I’ll meet you there.”

They both stood up and went their respective ways.  West made his to the large conference room where they had already set up their evidence.  He sat down in one of the chairs and waited in the quiet room for his dad and Shelly to show up.

He started paging through the papers that were organized in the small file folder.  The evidence was clear that Shelly was slightly delusional and maybe a bit crazy, but they still had to ask her some questions and tell her she had met Marcel but didn’t believe it.  He hoped that everything would go well while they talked to her.

The door opened and Anthony and Shelly walked through the door.  Anthony motioned towards the chairs and smiled. “Go ahead and take a seat.  We just wanted to go over what we found and ask you a couple more questions if that’s okay.”

Shelly nodded as she sat down across from Winchester.  “Of course. Please tell me you have found my Marcel.”

Winchester shifted in his chair as his father sat down next to him.  “Uh…yes. We did find Marcel.”

“Where is he!  I want to see him.  He’s been gone for two weeks!  Is he okay? What happened to him?  Is he hurt?”

“Whoa whoa whoa slow down.”  Winchester lifted his hand, signally her to slow down.  “Marcel is at his home. But I want to let you know that you lied to us saying that you never met him.”

“What do you mean?  I haven’t met him before.  He told me where he worked and I went there one night and he wasn’t there.  There was another guy named Marcel who said he was the guy I had been talking to, but I know that wasn’t the guy.  He didn’t look anything like the pictures.”

Shelly looked extremely confused.  West had to try as hard as he could to not roll his eyes in front of Shelly.  “So we contacted the bar where Marcel works and we asked if there was a Marcel who worked there.  They confirmed that yes, there was a Marcel who worked there and we went right over there to talk to him.  The man who you talked to and who we talked to confirmed that he is the man you have been talking to online.”

“That’s not possible!”  Shelly stood up and slammed her hands on the table.  “He looked nothing like the Marcel I talked to. Why would he do something like that?”

The West’s looked at each other.  “Uh…well it’s thing called Catfishing where someone who isn’t super happy with how they look uses someone else’s photo to talk to people.  Sometimes they even use a different name and make up lies about their lives. But according to Marcel the only thing that was different was his photo.  And…” Winchester sighed. “According to Marcel the reason he stopped talking to you was because he had told you multiple times that he wanted to end the relationship and you didn’t listen.”

Shelly’s mouth dropped wide open.  “What do you mean? We were in a committed relationship.  He told me we were always going to be together.”

“I think what Winchester is trying to say is that Marcel wanted to end the relationship and voiced his opinion but it was reciprocated by both parties.”  Anthony looked over at Winchester who nodded in agreement. “Is that correct?”

“Yeah totally.  Marcel wanted to end the relationship but you didn’t.  He was getting frustrated by not being listened to and just stopped talking to you.  Marcel was trying to protect himself.”

“That’s not fair!”  Shelly was almost yelling at this point.  “He promised me that we would get married and we were always going to be together.  Why would he lie to me? That’s not fair!” She fell into her chair and started sobbing.  “He was all I had…”

West was not sure how to respond.  Anthony leaned forward and put his hand on Shelly’s shoulder.  “I’m sorry Shelly. But this is everything we have. Marcel is a real person who, unfortunately, does not wish to see you anymore.  I think the best course of action would be to put your feelings aside and move on. He does not wish to be contacted again.”

Shelly stood up and immediately left the room.  The officers watched her run out the building and down to her car.  West shook his head. “I feel bad. I know this isn’t what she wanted to hear, but it’s what she needed to hear, right?”

Anthony nodded and stood up to collect the few papers they had.  “Yeah…I know she wanted better news than that, but the news she got was what Marcel wanted her to hear.  She’ll get over it eventually.  Hopefully…”


A Journal of My Thoughts (Part 4)

Good morning!  It’s finally Friday!  I cannot wait to finish work today so I can have the weekend off!  Just think of all the writing I can get done!

We are picking up where we left of in the case.  What do you guys think will happen to Mr. Neavelle?  I honestly hope he goes free, that just seems like the right thing.  Especially with that new evidence that was found from a couple witnesses.  If you want to see what happens, you will have to continue reading this Adventure.  Enjoy!

A Journal of My Thoughts

December 14, 20—

Last night was a rough night of sleep.  I kept tossing and turning, thinking about all of the information for our case.  I think I woke up more exhausted than when I went to sleep.  

Also, I drank three cups of coffee before I left for work which is something I never do.

When I arrived at work, James was already there.  I didn’t even get a chance to ask him how long he was there because when I walked into his office I knew.  He was sound asleep in his chair, his head resting on the desk in front of him. Honestly, I wasn’t sure how he was able to sleep with his music pounding.  I was able to turn down the music without waking James up and left him where he was. Thankfully, our meeting wasn’t until 11 am.

I walked into my office and started prepping for our meeting with Mr. Neasvelle.  We had all the new information for the case and the first day of trial is tomorrow.  Let me be the first to say that I am really not looking forward to the trial. It is going to be a lot  harder than we are hoping for.

I sat in my office for a while preparing stuff when James walked in.  He asked how long I had been working for and I told him not long. He apologized to me for staying overnight, but he was just so worked up in the case trying to find a way to win.  I feel bad for him. He’s been spending so much extra time on this case. He hasn’t been spending as much time off as he normally would.

He sat down in front of me and we went over the notes that we had accumulated for Mr. Neavelle’s case.  We were hoping that we could get him out on the idea that there were no fingerprints and the fact that he couldn’t get to the store in less than 30 minutes.  Both of those facts along with a witness telling me that he saw Mr. Neavelle in his apartment at 2 am helped to solidify that Mr. Neavelle was innocent.

We worked in our separate offices for a while when it finally became time for our meeting with Mr. Neavelle.  We set up the small conference room on our floor to make sure that we were prepared. My phone rang from our secretary Alicia calling to tell us Mr. Neavelle was here for his meeting.  I told her to bring him back and James and I waited.

Let me say that I was absolutely shocked to see Mr. Neavelle.

He looked like he had been through 10 wars.  His eyes were sunk in and dark from many sleepless nights.  His clothes were clean but they were tattered from overwearing them.  There were a couple holes in his jeans and a large rip in the side of his shirt.  I haven’t seen a client in this bad of condition for a while but it made me feel even worse for him.  It made me kind of want to ask if he had clothes that were appropriate for court, but I held my tongue.

He looked exhausted and stressed beyond all belief.  I have seen James endure a lot of stress with this case but I never expected to see double the stress on Mr. Neasvelle’s face.  I asked him if he would like a cup of water or a cup of coffee and I saw tears forming in his eyes. He told me he hadn’t had coffee since he divorced his wife and he didn’t buy it because it was too expensive.  He used his coffee money to pay for his child support. I immediately made him a cup of coffee and handed it to him.

We sat down at the table and discussed what was going to happen in court tomorrow.  He told us he was borrowing a suit from his father to make sure he looked presentable.  That made me feel a little bit better. I told him what evidence we had gotten from his neighbors and how it didn’t match up with the time frame of the break in.  He nodded, taking in all of the information that we were putting in front of him. James kept asking him if this was all making sense and he would say yes.

After everything was presented we gave Mr. Neavelle a game plan of how everything would happen.  We told him that we would do everything we could to get him off the hook, especially since the evidence was clear that he was an innocent man.

I will never forget what Mr. Neavelle told us.  He told us that the whole time this has been happening, he hasn’t felt any hope.  He felt like he had lost the moment he was unfairly arrested. But now that he saw all of the evidence in front of him, he finally saw a glimmer of hope.  He finally saw the chance to continue to be a free man and not have to spend the rest of his life in jail for something he didn’t do. He told us he had been preparing to spend the rest of his life behind bars.  Mr. Neavelle thanked us for our time and stood up. He had to get back to work but he was looking forward to what was going to happen in the coming days.

James and I walked him to the front door and shook his hand.  We both wished him well before heading back to our offices and continuing to work.  James told me before we left for the day that he actually slipped Mr. Neavelle a $20 bill when they shook hands, more of a ‘this is to help you’ hand shake.  That made me smile.

And now we are at the end of the day.  I need to get a good night’s rest for the case tomorrow.  James and I are meeting at the office early to make sure we have everything.  I know we can win this case. I know Mr. Neavelle will be a free man. I just know it.  Either way, that is up to the judge to finally decide. G’night.


WW-Revealing the Truth

Good morning!  I hope everyone’s week is going well.  Mine’s going well but I cannot wait for the weekend.  This is the first full weekend I have had off in a while so I am ready!

We continue with Winchester.  I hope you are liking this case because it’s different than what Winchester normally helps with.  But it has been fun to write and I hope that it’s fun to read!  We continue on our Adventure and I hope you enjoy!

Revealing the Truth

“So tell me again why we couldn’t take a patrol car to get their faster?”

Anthony rolled his eyes.  “I don’t think us going to Tranton in a patrol car would get us through the traffic faster.”

“Dad…we could’ve used the lights on the top of the patrol car to get us out of the traffic cause everyone would have to move out of the way.  I wouldn’t ask you to use a patrol car for no good reason.” He snickered. “Thanks for thinking logically and ruining my obviously well thought out plan.”

His father shook his head and smirked.  “That’s what dads are for right?” He pulled into the small parking lot of a bar.  He parked in one of the few empty spaces and turned off the engine. “This is the spot.  Now…we might have to talk to Marcel outside since you aren’t 21. I don’t know if they will let you in the bar.  Sorry…”

West shrugged.  “I don’t really care.  As long as we can ask him questions.”  They stepped out of the car and made their way to the front door.

There was pounding music coming from inside.  It sounded like a form of country and rock music, but Winchester couldn’t hear any of the words from outside.  All he could hear was a pounding bass and muffled words. They walked up to the door when the bouncer stopped them.  “Sorry gents. I’m gonna need to see some ID.”

Anthony and West both pulled out their badges.  “Officer West and my partner Officer West. We are here to talk to Brad and Marcel.”

The man looked at their badges and pressed a button on his ear.  “Brad we have a…uh…situation out here with two officers from the police department.  Do you know anything about this?” There was a slight pause as he listened. “Okay right away.”  He pressed the button again. “Okay, step on inside and Brad will meet you right inside the door.”  He stepped to the side and motioned for them to enter the bar.

It was dark inside the bar.  The music was even louder than outside but Winchester was right, it was a country rock kind of song.  There were quite a few patrons inside the bar, most of them holding a bear in their hand while conversing with the other people inside.  Near the back of the room were two pool tables, both occupied with people. There was also a strange smell, but West couldn’t quite place what was.

A door off to the side opened and a man walked out, looked around, and made a straight beeline for them.  He reached out his hand. “Good evening gentlemen. My name is Brad. I’m the owner of this establishment.”

Anthony shook his hand first.  “Officer Anthony West. This is my son and partner, Officer Winchester West.  Thank you so much for letting us come by and talk to your employee.”

Brad nodded.  “Of course. Please follow me.”

The West’s followed Brad back to the door that he had originally come out of.  Winchester stepped into the office right behind Brad and looked up to see a large man sitting in a chair off to the side.  The man stood up. “Evening. My name is Marcel.”

Winchester cautiously shook his hand.  “Hello…you aren’t what I was expecting you to look like.”

Marcel’s eyes widened.  “I’m sorry. I don’t really know how to respond to that.”

West waved it off.  “No problem. We just wanted to ask you a couple questions if that’s okay.”

Marcel nodded before sitting down.  “Sure. What can I help you with?”

West looked over at his dad who gave him a reassuring nod.  “Are you dating a woman by the name of Shelly Whittenberg?”

Marcel shifted in his chair.  “Uh…I was…is that what this is about?”

“Yeah, she came to us saying that you were missing.  Do you know why she would say something like that when you are definitely fine?”

“Uh…”  Marcel looked down at his hands and sighed.  “So…uh…we were only dating online. We never met in person.  And…uh…I didn’t use my real picture because I’m not the most attractive guy in the world.”  He shook his head. “I wanted to break up with her because I wasn’t into her anymore. I tried to tell her but she wouldn’t listen.  No matter how many times I tried to tell her she wouldn’t listen to me. So I finally just stopped talking to her and deleted her from Facebook.”

“So would you say you were Catfishing her?”

Marcel nodded.  “Yeah because I totally was.  I didn’t use my picture but everything I told her was real.  But she’s totally crazy. Like, I didn’t know a girl could be so insane.  Especially after what she did here.”

Anthony and Winchester looked at each other.  “What did she do?”

Marcel rolled his eyes and furiously shook his head.  “I had told Shelly where I worked. And one night I get this message from her saying she’s going to come by with some friends so she could meet me.  I told her that was fine. And when I actually introduced myself she didn’t believe it was me. The bartender said she kept yelling for Marcel and when he would tell her that I was the bouncer she would yell at him.  It’s not my fault she didn’t believe me. But then she took her shirt off and started swinging it around before we had to throw her out. She continued to yell at me afterwards saying that I was covering for the real Marcel because he was too chicken to actually talk to her.  Later that night I got tons of messages from her saying that I was an idiot and that she couldn’t believe I stood her up that night. That was the moment I decided that I didn’t want to deal with her anymore.”

Brad nodded.  “Marcel has talked to me about this girl and I remember that night.  I haven’t banned someone from the bar in a long time…”

Anthony leaned forward in his chair.  “Do you think that Shelly will be dangerous if she finds out what happened tonight?”

Marcel shrugged.  “Honestly, I don’t really know.  But what I do know is that I really dodged a bullet by stopping all contact with her.”


A Journal of My Thoughts (Part 3)

Good morning!  I hope everyone had a wonderful and fun Halloween!  I unfortunately had to work all day, but I was able to dress up a little for work.  And I had my fun Molly McIntire costume!  That costume was fun to put together and wear around to take photos in.  So my Halloween wasn’t too bad after all.

We continue on the journey of the court case.  I hope that James and Daniel can figure it how to win the case.  This Adventure will continue on and I hope you enjoy!

A Journal of My Thoughts

December 13, 20–

Today was interesting to say the least.  James and I spent the entire day working on Mr. Neasvelle’s case.  I didn’t want to waste any time on the case and I wanted to make sure we had the best chance at winning.  I remember looking at the case file to see what the police had said.

There were no fingerprints on the safe except for our client’s ex-wife.  It was suspected that the intruder was wearing gloves while he worked, but there still wasn’t any evidence that it was Mr. Neasvelle.  The problem with the case is the money. Mr. Neasvelle says that he had paid his ex-wife in cash that he had received as tips from his waiter job.  There was no way to prove that the money wasn’t stolen from the store.

I remember James telling me something that he thought was interesting.  He told me that the police had talked to Mr. Neavelle’s neighbors about if they heard anything that night.  One of them wasn’t home the night that everything happened and the other works nights so he wasn’t home. Everything seemed to not be in our favor.

But I wanted to check on that again.  We ended up going to Mr. Neavelle’s apartment to talk to his neighbors.  Was it against the law? Probably. I should probably brush up on that to make sure I wasn’t breaking the law.  But either way we had to check to see what was true.

I knocked on the first door and a woman answered the door.   I asked if they knew Mr. Neasvelle and she confirmed that she knew of Mr. Neasvelle but didn’t know too much about him.  The woman, I think her name was Julie (?), was very sweet and said that Mr. Neasvelle just kept to himself all the time. I asked her if she knew anything about his jobs and she said no but she did see him wearing two different kinds of uniforms.  Then I asked her about the night of the break in and she said she heard him come home around 10 pm but she fell asleep shortly after she heard her grandfather clock strike 10.

How a person can sleep with a grandfather clock chiming every hour I will never know.

So I pressed her harder to see if she knew anything else.  She assured me that no, she didn’t know anything else. But then she stopped and told me that she suddenly remembered getting ready in the morning around 8 am and hearing some pounding outside her apartment.  She looked out the window to see Mr. Neasvelle rushing down the stairs and toward his car. I thanked Julie for her time and gave her my card.

As I walked to the other apartment I realized that Julie’s story matched up perfectly with the police story.  Mrs. Neasvelle arrived at her store around 8 am and Mr. Neasvelle showed up around 8:30 to give her his portion of the child support.  I couldn’t be 100% sure, but I am almost positive that it is a 30 minute drive across town to her store.

I knocked on the second apartment to a very unhappy young man.  He looked exhausted. I introduced myself and the man, Austin, asked me how long it was going to take because he wanted to get another nap in before he went to work.  I apologized and told him I forgot that he worked nights. I promised him I would make it quick if he helped me out. He asked if I was here regarding Mr. Neasvelle and when I said yes he told me what happened that night.

According to Austin, he left for work around 10 pm and saw Mr. Neasvelle coming home from work.  They exchanged hellos and went their separate ways. Austin told me that he came home during his lunch period, arriving at home at 2 am, and saw all of Mr. Neavelle’s lights off except for one.  He told me it peaked his curiosity and he peered into the window to see Mr. Neasvelle counting out some money. He didn’t look too far into the subject because that was an invasion of privacy. I asked him if he remembered anything else which he said no to.  I gave him my card and thanked him for his time.

On my way back to my car, I had to take a moment to think.  I had to ask James about the time that was posted on the security tapes from Mrs. Neasvelle’s shop.  I could’ve sworn that the breakin was at 2 am. And if it was, then Austin’s story would’ve proven that Mr. Neasvelle was at home during the time of the break in.

My butt barely hit the driver’s seat when I hit the call button on my phone.  I had to ask James before I forgot. Thankfully he answered right away and I asked my important question.  When was the break in? I heard some papers shuffle when James told me the awesome news.

The break in was at 2:13 am.

This meant that there was no way for Mr. Neasvelle to leave his apartment at 2 am and get all the way to his ex-wife’s store in 13 minutes without breaking every traffic law in the book.  I told James what I found out and he cheered. We finally found a small piece of information that actually made our case winnable.

Does this mean that the case it cut and dry in our favor?  Absolutely not. The police still think that our client did this and was very careful about the whole thing.  Do I think this gives us a little more leverage into the winning the case? Absolutely.

Am I exhausted after finding all of this information?  Yes. So I’m hitting the sack. G’night.



Good morning!  It’s Halloween tomorrow!  Keep your eyes on my Instagram (@2catsandalaptop) to see my Halloween costume!  It’s not super crazy wild, but I really enjoyed putting it all together.

And we continue with Winchester.  This part of the story is developing very nicely.  I am excited for you guys to see the ending so keep reading!  Enjoy the Adventure!


“I think I’m more confused now then when Shelly appeared on our doorstep this morning…”  Winchester ran his hands through his hair as his dad laid out the case in front of him. “So according to Shelly, her and Marcel have been online dating for almost two years but they haven’t met in person.  And recently Marcel just disappeared from the internet. And now she’s convinced that he is in trouble and we need to go find him?”

Anthony nodded.  “Yep.”

“He probably just deleted his Facebook because he didn’t want to talk to her.  Or, maybe this is his way of showing that he is breaking up with her. There are a ton of other solutions to this than he disappeared.”

Anthony leaned back in his chair.  “That’s what I tried to tell her. But she is absolutely convinced that something bad has happened to her internet boyfriend.  So we have to treat this like an actual case until told otherwise.”

West grabbed the file folder in front of him and started flipping through it.  “So Marcel supposedly lives in the next town over yet they have never met. Why wouldn’t she just drive over there to talk to him.  Or his family.”

“According to her, he lives with his family and they have no idea about her.”

West threw his arms in the air.  “This is ridiculous! You know what this sounds like?”


“You that TV show Catfish?  That’s what it sounds like. I have a feeling that this person isn’t real.”

Anthony shook his head.  “I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure he is very real.”

“But!”  West pointed at his father.  “That’s what he wants you to believe.  And that’s what he wants Shelly to believe.  I can almost guarantee that she has never talked to him on the phone or video chatted with him because he is not real!  She has convinced herself that he is real because that’s what he wants her to believe. So she thinks that the relationship is totally real even though it’s just people talking online.  I am very sceptical that this person is even real.”

“Well way to ruin the magical moments.”  Anthony snickered. “Why are you so convinced that this guy isn’t real?”

“I have watched way too many episodes of Catfish to know when someone is lying.”

Anthony rolled his eyes.  “So it’s not because of you working at the police force huh?”

West laughed.  “It’s a little of both.  Detective work and watching TV.”  He started looking through the papers again.  “So she has never spoken to this guy but she is convinced that he is real.  Okay…I guess we need to look at this like a regular case, right?”

Anthony took the file from his son.  “Yeah. You know, there was something that kind of stuck out to me.  Shelly had mentioned something about them trying to meet at a restaurant in Tranton about a week ago.  He didn’t show which is why she thought something bad happened to him. She said that he has given him the apartment complex that he lives at.  She said she has gone to the complex but never saw him come out of an apartment. I guess management told her to leave because she was getting creepy.  Her words not mine.”

“Are you saying that we should go to the apartment for a stake out?  We haven’t done that before so that has potential to be fun.”

“No…I’m saying tomorrow we call the apartments to see if they have anyone who lives there with the name Marcel.  Much simpler and we don’t have to just sit in a car doing nothing.”

“Fine then…I guess we will just wait and see.”  West sighed. “Did Shelly say anything about Marcel having a job or anything?”

Anthony started flipping through the papers again.  “Uh…yeah…apparently he works at a bar as a bouncer.  So the reason that Shelly hasn’t been able to meet up with Marcel is because their schedules are so different.”

“Give me the number.  I’ll call them and see if they have someone that works there named Marcel.  It won’t be that difficult.” West watched his father look through the papers to find the name of the bar and he quickly searched the name of the bar on his phone to find the number.  His finger pressed the call button and he put the phone up to his ear. He tapped his finger nervously as the phone rang.

“Good evening, Samson’s Bar how I can help you?”

West immediately sat up, almost as if someone had walked into the room for an interview.  “Hi. My name is Winchester and I was wondering if you had someone that worked there by the name of Marcel.”

There was a moment of silence.  “May I ask what this is regarding?”

West bobbed his head from side to side, trying to decide how to go about this.  “Uh, yes. I work with the Northridge Police Department as a consultant and we are currently investigating the disappearance of a man named Marcel.  There was information at he worked as a bouncer for your establishment and I was wondering if I could get confirmation about his employment.”

There was another pause.  “Let me get my manager on the phone.”  

The phone was put on a hold and a jazzy song came.  It threw West a little off guard, he wasn’t expecting that sort of music on the phone.  There was a brief pause before a new voice came on the line. “Hello this is Brad. I understand you are looking for employment confirmation?

“Yes sir that would be fantastic.”

“We do have a bouncer by the name of Marcel who has worked with us for about a year.  He’s a very nice kid but why is the Northridge Police Department looking to get information on him?”

“We had someone report him missing.  When was the last time he was at work?”

“He’s here right now.  Would you like to talk to him?”

West’s eyes widened.  “Don’t let him leave for the evening.  I am on my way to ask him some questions in person.”