It hardly seems fair that his luck should be so awful. Coming off the heels of learning that the curse on Siren Cove is real, nearly having his workplace crumble to the ground thanks to the loose Hydra, and being used as a chew toy for a sea beast only to arrive home to find the police waiting for him makes him wonder what it is, exactly, that he's done in the past week that has provided him with such bad karma.

At least the officer who approaches him has the decency to look regretful, Spencer thinks. He's shown a photograph, one picturing him with a shovel in the cemetery on that night he'd gone digging with Lara--though she is thankfully missing in the shot--and sighs heavily, neither confirming nor denying anything. It's hard to deny photographic evidence, though, and as he's being cuffed and read his rights, all he can think about is what he'd said to Lara that night--truly, no good deed goes unpunished.

He's given his one phone call nearly an hour after sitting in his small cell and he's grateful that this time, he doesn't have to share it. He stares at the phone for a long moment before picking it up, his fingers hovering over the numbers as he considers who he should call. Not Cosette, he'd never ask her for the bail; not Lara, he wouldn't want her to incriminate herself in any way just for his sake; not Joel, and Spencer doesn't even know why Joel's come to mind. It hits them then, the right person to call, and he quickly dials the number he'd committed to memory after seeing it listed once in her library patron file.

"May I speak with Louise Abasi? Hi, hello, Lou, this is Spencer Waters. So sorry to be a bother but I was hoping you could do me a favor..."