The excuses ran down the line, each person explaining why they weren't the murderer. There was no response to any of the pleas, instead it was filled with an annoying buzz that wouldn't stop. And then in the matter of minutes, the one Izzy would've expected was the criminal was free to go. [i]'But in the movies, it's always the husbands. He's probably going to get away now. Maybe move to some new country. Oh, I've always wanted to go to Australia, I here it's nice there.[/i] Izzy's thoughts ran on a tangent, unfocused on the situation at hand. Though, that poor focus quickly turned into a small frown when she was told she was going to have to spend the night in a cell. 

"I don't think my brother will be happy about that. I was suppose to be home by now." She mumbled to herself with a soft sigh before leaning against the wall behind her. Her cheeks puffed for a moment in realization. The girl still hadn't eaten dinner yet, and they were probably not planning on doing anything about it. [i]'Well this sucks... And I didn't even do anything...'[/i] She should've listened when her brother told her not to stay out too long. Then again, she should've listened to a lot of things her older brother said. Now, he was probably panicking and trying to figure out where she was.

Back and forth, police officers went. First to escort the Williams man, and then to escort the rest of them. She found herself in between four guards that ushered them out to a cell. Izzy walked in front of the pack, looking around to see if anything was interesting enough to look at. But, she merely saw ugly pale walls through every turn. One thing that did catch her eye were the police's nifty utility belts. "Those are cool." She mumbled softly, looking down at a taser that was visible. Instead of a response, the police only adjusted his utility belt with a grunt and made sure she couldn't get a hold of it. 

Finally, the small group approached the cell. It wasn't exactly hospitable, and it was a little colder than the hallways. The dank smell made her nose wrinkle, but after awhile, she got use to the pungent odor. Izzy noticed another inmate who was caught doing something wrong, but didn't say a word to him. He didn't look like he had much life left in him anyway. 
Annoyance and frustration left her mood, and she was left with a relatively curious feeling. How long would it take for them to realize she wasn't the murder? How long did she have to sleep on an uncomfortable bed? 
First thing was first though, Izzy took a seat on the bench, waiting to see who would claim the bunk beds. She didn't mind either way, it wasn't like she hadn't slept on benches or poor excuses for beds before. Although, the beds might have smelled worse than the bench... Hopefully the police had decent to clean them.

It was a rather awkward silence as the door shut and the police left. Strangers who knew nothing of each other were all put in a cell together for a crime none of them said they committed. With that, there was probably already a small tension and doubt within others. Some were more than likely pinning it on someone else, examining and watching carefully just to see who they could rat out. 
But not Izzy. She assumed none of them did it. They did sound rather convincing. Everyone was innocent in her mind. 

It was nice to have someone start a conversation- even if it was old guy that was in the other cell. He warned them about their safety amongst themselves and Izzy merely shrugged. "Eh, I don't think anyone here did it. There's no use killing anyone either. If they did, then all that lying would be for nothing." In her eyes, if they were going to kill everyone in the cell, it was no purpose hiding who they were. 
"I'm Izzy. Say old man, why're you locked in here anyway? What'd you do?" She seemed to disregard his name entirely and dubbed him as 'old man'. By then, Izzy had returned to standing, now leaning against the cell bars. 

"And what're your names?" She realized the small group still had not said a single word. And since the old guy started the introductions, they might as well finish it as well. 

Cops came back to do their check up and Izzy watched them calmly as they checked to make sure no one was trying anything harmful. "Those beds don't look really comfortable for sleep..." [i]'What funny business could we possibly start? There was no way to escape, unless someone has a hidden weapon on them. And it's not like we'd start a riot... These police aren't going to let up. I wonder what evidence they'll find, so I can go home.'[/i]