Build: Reagan MacLeod is a tall, graceful woman with long limbs and a slender, athletic build.
Style: Reagan tends to wear her hair long, just past shoulder length and cut into stylish layers. She also has lighter and darker highlights and lowlights added. Reagan wears very little make-up. For work, she usually wears tailored dress or trouser suits. Casual wear consists of blue jeans and weather / activity appropriate shirts and jackets.
Traits & Characteristics
Determined (+/-): Reagan is a very strong-willed and highly determined woman. This has helped in her career. However, it is sometimes a detriment to her personal life because she has a hard time with not being right.
Loyal (+): Very loyal to family and friends without being blind to their faults. For Reagan, family is everything and she will go to bat for them without question.
Self Confident (+/-): Reagan is very self-confident, both personally and in her career skills. This is often a benefit, but it can also be detrimental as it sometimes causes people to be put off by her.
Straight Forward (+): Reagan does not mince her words. Good, bad, or indifferent - a person always knows where they stand with her.
The eldest of the MacLeod siblings, Reagan is as brilliant as she is beautiful, able to think rings around both of her younger brothers. Reagan graduated from the University of Alaska with a degree in legal studies. She attended Harvard where she graduated with an MBA and a law degree. She returned to Alaska to practice law in Sitka where she met and married Benjamin Hollister, an attorney in the same firm where she worked. Soon after they married, Regan became the DA for the city and borough of Sitka.
Shortly after Reagan's twins turned eight, she filed for divorce from Benjamin. He had decided he wanted to move to Miami to take a job in a high-powered attorney-to-the-stars firm. He also resented that Erin was the big earner in the family. While their divorce was not completely amicable, Reagan and Benjamin have managed to work their way back to friendship for the sake of their children.
Reagan currently resides in Sitka with her fourteen-year old twins, Lily and Micah. Despite the lack of a father in their lives, the twins are happy and well-adjusted. She takes them to stay with their grandparents or their Uncle Lucian as often as she can. Reagan still keeps her hand in as an attorney but the majority of her time is spent as CEO and CFO of Coldwater Holdings. When she is not busy adding more billions to the family business, she takes delight in tormenting her two younger brothers, also twins.
Reagan smiled at the greeting by the dogs and the cat as she parked her SUV next to the one that she assumed belonged to her brothers. She missed hearing Griselda call out from the barn or the porch for her to come on in and sit a spell. She shook her head slightly, warding off the moment of nostalgia.
Turning in her seat, she gave Stephanie a warm look, "I will get your friends safely on a flight home and give them my mobile number in case they need to contact you for any reason. I am also going to start writing up the motion to stall any activity by your uncle in regard to you. You are close enough to twenty-one that our judges here will approve the motions. We can also get you to an independent psychologist that will dispute anything your uncle presents. The trick will be getting you to see them without putting you in more danger."
"OK.............honestly I'm more concerned about Ava and Louis than me. This is my life and my fucked up family but I don't want those two sweeties to get hurt by making the mistake of befriending me," Stephanie replied, "I don't think age has anything to do with being committed though for insanity. "
By now, Reagan's brothers had gotten out of the SUV and were waiting so she turned to Kat, "Stay safe! As soon as things settle down, I will bring the twins out for a day of riding and helping out in the barn."
Steph had clambered out of the vehicle then to stand next to Kat and whispered in her ear, "Good, two volunteers that day for shoveling horse shit." It was a joke..............maybe.
"If we give them enough brownies and pull a Tom Sawyer on them, maybe." Kat grinned, knowing that there were some kids who actually liked the messy work. She wasn't above giving them chores, but she would make it worth their while. But that was for later.
"Wow, does anybody actually still read those old novels?" Steph raised one eyebrow.
"I'll get us something quick to eat." It was nearly lunch time, she was famished, but she needed to get to the day's chores or she'd be doing them until midnight.
"Sure, sounds cool," her house guest nodded even as she playfully greeted the dog running up to her.
They went inside, followed by a menagerie of critters, and Kat headed to the kitchen. "Make yourself at home, you know where everything is, if you need a shower or anything....and there are some new toothbrushes in the linen closet." She grinned. "Not saying you have bad breath or anything."
"Well, catching and eating those jail rats can give a person pretty awful breath," joked the brunette, "I will get my stuff together while you make the lunch. I wish I could help you with some chores around here but my devoted bodyguard kidnappers want to take me someplace safe," Steph shrugged.
Reagan stood off to the side, listening to the others. She could not help a snort of amusement at J.D.'s reaction to being told to apologize. It had seemed almost painful for her younger brother to utter those few words. He was so much like their father. Come to think of it, so was she. Reagan hated being wrong and hated admitting it even more. Lucian, on the other hand, was almost always calm, quiet, gracious, and sneaky. She was pretty sure he was adopted no matter what their mother said.
"I have an SUV. We can save Officer Cooper a trip," Reagan said affably. "We can pick up Lucian's vehicle, see everyone sorted and out of harm's way."
Reagan smiled at the man that entered, her mind immediately trying to sort out where she had seen him before. Wherever she had seen the man before, he radiated cop now. She smiled, "Yes, I am Reagan MacLeod. You may speak freely to my client. However, I will not be leaving the room. I can guarantee that I will not interfere unless your questioning goes further than I feel is in Mr. MacLeod's best interests. I also guarantee that what is said in here will have no influence on the interview with my other two clients, J.D. MacLeod and Miss Stephanie Stroud."
Lucian was always surprised and impressed when Reagan put on her lawyer hat. Sometimes it was hard to separate her profession from being his big sister. As she finished speaking, Lucian smiled pleasantly, if a bit tiredly, at Dryer. "Fire away, Lieutenant."
Reagan MacLeod set her briefcase on the table and looked at the girl. Lucian's call had been cryptic and cautious. No doubt he worried that the KPD would monitor the call even though it was privileged communications with his attorney. Fortunately, Reagan had a pretty good picture of what had happened thanks to her family's long-standing friendship with the Chief of Police, Aidan O'Quinn. Now, she had to sort out who had done what and to whom.
Her lips twitched at Stephanie Stroud's saucy comments. Lucian had also warned her that she might not like the girl's manners, but she would admire her spirit. That remained to be seen.
Reagan put on her neutral attorney's expression as she took a seat, "Miss Stephanie Stroud," she said, confirming the girl's identity with a pleasant smile, "do you need anything before we get started? A soda, coffee?"
"Steph is good," she pointed out with a shrug, "and the cop just asked me that too. I wanted a scotch on the rocks but that was a resounding 'no'. So guess I'm good then."
"From the card, I'm guessing you are related to the two dudes who grabbed me?"
"Yes. They are my younger brothers, but please do not hold that against me," Reagan replied, her voice light.
The young brunette gave a snort of amusement then as she sat back in her chair to listen.
"My job is to represent each of my client's interests and to do the best that I can for each of you regardless of familial connections. If this should go further than some questioning by the police, I will recuse myself from one case or the other and recommend a trusted alternative. However, with the little that Lucian was able to tell me on the phone, I don't think there is much to worry about. Especially for you and Miss Mercer."
"Yeah, that's the real pisser. Kat had absolutely nothing to do with all this shit, your bros just drove up to her house in the middle of the night and she, being the nice person she is, let them in. I told the cops but well....." she stopped, the lawyer already knew how that turned out.
"Now, do you mind repeating your story for me so I can get all the details from your point of view? Be truthful with me, no matter how bad it looks for Lucian and J.D." Reagan opened her briefcase and took out a notepad and pen as well as her glasses.
"OK, well first off. You need to know this much, I am not pressing any charges. So really the cops got no case. I can't imagine a DA wanting to proceed. You see, I've hired your brothers...well kinda....not sure I can scrounge up the money to pay 'em," explained Steph.
"Thank you for that. It is very likely that without a charge filed, they will be dropped," Reagan said and smiled warmly at the girl. "My brothers will still pay for this and my time. Now, if you'll just give me your version of events?"
"Sure. My friends and I...you see I came here with two close friends of mine, they're in a motel right now..but anyways....we went to this one rave we heard about. You know, just to have a good time. I was out on the dance floor and having fun, minding my own business, this one dude who I do not honestly remember his name asked me to dance. Oh yeah...one other thing first," Steph snapped her fingers.
"I might have taken some ecstasy - I take it you know what that stuff is? Got it from the dude I was dancing with. Also I had a few drinks too. Just telling you this because some of what happened I might be a bit fuzzy about. Wasn't exactly hitting on all cylinders as they say," she quickly explained, going for the truth, afterall her lawyer wouldn't rat her out, right?
"OK, so all of a sudden these two men - your bros -come right up to me and say I have to go with them right away. I mean middle of the dance, middle of the dance floor. The nicer one was doing the talking, Lucian. JD was just glaring at me. No surprise I wasn't going to go with these guys. I don't know what I said but probably something close to 'fuck off'. ..." again she paused, deep in thought.
"There is something else you need to know about me as it will help you understand why I didn't exactly want to cooperate. Now this part is gonna seem pretty strange and I will admit, other than my friends no one believes me but it's true. My uncle is Mason Stroud, successful businessman, multimillionaire, and one of the biggest assholes you could ever meet. He killed his father, my grandfather. He killed my parents too. He now is planning on killing me. It's all about money. My father, his younger brother, was also a successful businessman and Mason needed his money as some business schemes had flopped. My dad's made Mason my legal guardian until I reach the age of 21 and that is gonna be later this year. Then my inheritance will be mine and Mason can't have that, I believe he's already spent a bunch of it, so he has to get me out of the picture. As in kill me. "
Stephanie sighed, "I know this is all getting really complicated and long winded so I will shut it down for a minute if you've got any questions before I finish what happened at the rave."
Reagan studied the girl. She believed that Stephanie believed her uncle was out to get control of her inheritance by any means necessary. There were numerous routes he could take to achieve that end. "I have encountered Mason Stroud and his business tactics In my position as CEO of Coldwater Holdings. While being a ruthless businessman does not automatically make someone a criminal and a murderer, your situation warrants investigation. It is possible I can tie things up in court regarding your legal status."
Tapping her pencil on the notepad for a moment, Reagan finally asked, "Do you have any hard evidence against your uncle?"
"Umm, yes...no...well I don't know," Steph seemed exasperated then added, "I think it's called circumstantial. If I had something obvious don't you think I'd have brought it to the authorities by now. Actually....I did once, back home. The cops didn't even bother to check anything out. Well of course, the local town sheriff is beholding to my uncle for financing his election campaigns for sheriff. In other words, he's in my uncle's pocket."
"Circumstantial evidence only makes it a difficult case to prove. Not impossible though," Reagan said. She was inclined to take the girl seriously. Even if she were eventually proved wrong in her suspicions, Stephanie believed them. Also, Lucian rarely took on clients that he did not believe in.
"Okay, Stephanie, take me through what happened at the rave from your point of view. After that, we will write up your statement and see about getting you out of here," Reagan smiled at the girl.
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