The Seven Deadly Sins: Demon of Pride

There Eva stood at the final door between her and Andy, and the man who tore out her heart almost 2 years ago. One of the officers got up and let them in, shaking their hands. Andy began the talking, which made Eva feel better about everything.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Robertson,” he said, sounding very professional.
“No, please,” he started, reaching his hand out for a shake, “Call me Brody,”
“Alright, Brody,” Andy did ask suggested, and shook his hand, “And I believe you have already met my partner, Chief Detective Brookes.”
Eva froze; what was he trying to do?
She saw Brody freeze, and turn slowly to look at my face.
“Angel?” he asked in disbelief.
“It is Evangeline, Brody,” Eva gulped, “And yes, I still have my job.”
It felt tense almost instantly. Her neck got hot, and she saw him start to sweat sitting there in the seat provided for him. Andy smiled, and began questioning.
“So, do you know anything about what has happened within the past, say, two weeks or so?” He asked, shuffling through Eva’s paper work life it was his.
“Let’s see,” Brody thought back, “Well, Durrant got murdered the day after I was locked up officially, so there is that. My dad was shot at a restaurant,” he paused to look at her.
“Celeste said you questioned her like you didn’t know who she was,” he stated, “I told her it was because it had been two years, and time has changed everyone.”
“Yea, about your sister,” Andy said diverting the attention back to the case at hand, “Did she share any information regarding Mr. Durrant?”
“Ty was a cool guy; had a wife and kids,” he relaxed a little, “When he found out his wife was doing heroin, he confronted her about it. Swearing she would keep clean for him and the kids, she started doing it less, and in secret. Durrant had enough, and left her for a short period of time; he started banging my sister.”
Eva snorted; the thought of 6”5 Ty having sex with a 5”3 woman amused her slightly.
Andy smirked at me, eyes twinkling a little, and went on the the next question.
“Do you know anyone who may have had something to do with Durrant’s death?”
“Well, that is short and to the point, huh,” he smiled and thumbed at Andy, looking at her.
“Please, anything you can offer would be of help.” Evastated.
“Ok, well, when Ty dumped her, it was when my Uncle was still around. Uncle Blake was a quick tempered man, and would die for his family but swore he could never kill someone.” He stopped to take a sip from the water cup in front of him, “But I don’t believe that shit.”
Andy started writing, and I kept up with the questioning.
“Blake had heard Durrant dumped my sister to go back to his wife, and that is when he made the call. I don’t know if he is alive or not, but I do know he isn’t here in Cali.”
“So you know he put out a hit for him?”
“No,” he said plainly, “He called his wife, Leslie.”
“Fuck,” Eva said loudly.
“What?” both men said.
“Brody, what did your Uncle say she said,”
It didn’t dawn on her that Leslie seemed a little too nonchalant about Monroe arguing with Ty, and how she was so quick to pin it on him until now. Eva's mind spun with thoughts she couldn’t have imagined.
“I can’t remember,” He said frowning, unable to come up with an exact memory.
“Either way this helps, E.” Andy said, nodding his head in concurrence with himself.
“Heh,” she snickered, “It does, doesn’t it?”
“So, do I get something for this?” Brody asked timidly.
She ignored him, walking out of the room and letting Andy take it from there. Eva listened in on what Andy was going to talk about.
“Hey Brody,” Andy said, “You and Eva dated, right?”
“Yes, and I never stopped loving her.” He said.
“Well,” Andy began while getting up to leave himself, “She is my girl now; and if I hear from anyone that she is in any harm, I am going to come right back here and we will have a talk.”
Brody’s mouth dropped as Andy opened the door.
“Oh, and nice meeting you,” He spoke snidely, and just the door as he call guards to bring Brody back to his cell.

When the pair reached the prison center door, Eva cleared my throat.
“You know you didn’t have to do that.” she shot at him, not amused.
“Of course I did,” he smirked, “Would you prefer me saying I was fucking you,”
“No,” she replied back as they finally reach the car, and pinned him against it, “But I can take care of the fucking part when we back in town,”
He bit his lip as his eyes lit up with lust.
“Sounds good to me, babe,”
Brody watched from his window above as we drove off.

Notes

sorry so short; will write more later :) Comment about what you have read so far :)