her aware of her vulnerability to
God’s hulking form. Day propped his hip on the corner of the table
and Syn sat across from her. Without a word, Syn removed the crime
scene photos from the file and lined them up in front of her. Four
graphic photos of a man with multiple bruises and a gaping hole in
his chest.
Syn watched for a reaction. Getting
none, he began to speak in a level tone. “I’m Sergeant Sydney, this
is Lieutenant Day, and behind you is Lieutenant Godfrey. You are
Janet Lindstrom; A.K.A. Lady Jay. A.K.A. Black Widow. Leader of a
right wing, lesbian extremist group. Organizer of the–”
“ Feminist group,
dickhead,” she snapped, interrupting him.
Syn looked up slowly, “Excuse
me?”
“ You said ‘lesbian
extremist.’ Our organization is not defined by our
sexuality."
“ Do you like cock or not?”
Syn asked nonchalantly.
“ What does that have to do
with why I’m here?” she asked.
“ I’ll take that has a no.
Is that why you killed Jake Statham, known as Jake Starman …
because he had a dick?”
Syn waited but she didn’t answer.
“Tell us what happened last night Janet. You were seen fleeing the
crime scene. When stopped, you opened fire on us and ran.” Syn
stressed his strongest evidence. “You shot at police officers
before you were caught. Bullets fired from your weapon match the
bullet we removed from Statham’s chest. Tell us what's going on,
and we'll see what we can do for you. Tell us where you got the
laced ecstasy and maybe you’ll be back to leading your crazy broads
before you're old and dried up.”
If looks could kill, Syn would be on
the floor in cardiac arrest. His tactic was working. Lady Jay was
getting very angry.
This was his role; to get her so
pissed off that she’d eventually let some valuable information
slip. Syn had been sure the ‘dried up’ comment would get that fire
started. Except her only response was, “I want my lawyer. Her name
is Jean Goldsfer. So we’re finished with the Q&A,
fellas.”
“ I got a Q for your A ; why are you such
a B ?” Syn
couldn't hide his irritation as he stared at her.
She scowled at him, “Just get me my
fucking attorney.”
"Honey, it doesn’t matter if your
lawyer has twenty fucking law degrees. There’s no way you're
getting out of here, not without cooperating with us. We’re not
Homicide. We’re Narcotics; all we want are the drugs. If you help
us, we’ll put in a good word for you once Homicide takes over the
case,” Syn added.
“ Ha!” she barked. “You
smug, macho bastards aren’t gonna give me a fair shake, so leave.
I’m not answering your questions without my attorney.”
Syn picked up the pictures
and placed them back in the file. His expression said he didn’t
care one way or the other as he shrugged and flipped through a
couple more pages of the file. “Oh yeah. Lieutenant Godfrey, wasn’t
that Statham’s father and his legal team we saw in the Captain’s
office with the Police Commissioner this morning? I think they were
throwing around terms like death penalty and pre-meditated murder.”
Syn pulled a paper out and turned it around to show the suspect.
“Hmm. It looks like you run a website listing men’s names. The DA
could probably get a jury to believe it’s a hit list. It appears
that you and your extreme lesbo followers have listed a bunch of
male adult entertainers as ‘Porn Stars that Rape.’ Interesting that
Statham’s name was on that list. Sounds like pre-meditated murder
to me. Count your blessings though, Lady J, if this were
Afghanistan you would be pulled backwards
through the streets by mountain goats with your hands cut off … but
here in the great U.S. of A. all you get is death by lethal
injection.”
Syn watched a terrified expression
cross Lady Jay’s gorgeous face.
“ Oh ... did you think
because you used an alias we wouldn’t find your fucked up, hateful
propaganda? I wonder what my men will find after they finish the
search of your home.
God’s hulking form. Day propped his hip on the corner of the table
and Syn sat across from her. Without a word, Syn removed the crime
scene photos from the file and lined them up in front of her. Four
graphic photos of a man with multiple bruises and a gaping hole in
his chest.
Syn watched for a reaction. Getting
none, he began to speak in a level tone. “I’m Sergeant Sydney, this
is Lieutenant Day, and behind you is Lieutenant Godfrey. You are
Janet Lindstrom; A.K.A. Lady Jay. A.K.A. Black Widow. Leader of a
right wing, lesbian extremist group. Organizer of the–”
“ Feminist group,
dickhead,” she snapped, interrupting him.
Syn looked up slowly, “Excuse
me?”
“ You said ‘lesbian
extremist.’ Our organization is not defined by our
sexuality."
“ Do you like cock or not?”
Syn asked nonchalantly.
“ What does that have to do
with why I’m here?” she asked.
“ I’ll take that has a no.
Is that why you killed Jake Statham, known as Jake Starman …
because he had a dick?”
Syn waited but she didn’t answer.
“Tell us what happened last night Janet. You were seen fleeing the
crime scene. When stopped, you opened fire on us and ran.” Syn
stressed his strongest evidence. “You shot at police officers
before you were caught. Bullets fired from your weapon match the
bullet we removed from Statham’s chest. Tell us what's going on,
and we'll see what we can do for you. Tell us where you got the
laced ecstasy and maybe you’ll be back to leading your crazy broads
before you're old and dried up.”
If looks could kill, Syn would be on
the floor in cardiac arrest. His tactic was working. Lady Jay was
getting very angry.
This was his role; to get her so
pissed off that she’d eventually let some valuable information
slip. Syn had been sure the ‘dried up’ comment would get that fire
started. Except her only response was, “I want my lawyer. Her name
is Jean Goldsfer. So we’re finished with the Q&A,
fellas.”
“ I got a Q for your A ; why are you such
a B ?” Syn
couldn't hide his irritation as he stared at her.
She scowled at him, “Just get me my
fucking attorney.”
"Honey, it doesn’t matter if your
lawyer has twenty fucking law degrees. There’s no way you're
getting out of here, not without cooperating with us. We’re not
Homicide. We’re Narcotics; all we want are the drugs. If you help
us, we’ll put in a good word for you once Homicide takes over the
case,” Syn added.
“ Ha!” she barked. “You
smug, macho bastards aren’t gonna give me a fair shake, so leave.
I’m not answering your questions without my attorney.”
Syn picked up the pictures
and placed them back in the file. His expression said he didn’t
care one way or the other as he shrugged and flipped through a
couple more pages of the file. “Oh yeah. Lieutenant Godfrey, wasn’t
that Statham’s father and his legal team we saw in the Captain’s
office with the Police Commissioner this morning? I think they were
throwing around terms like death penalty and pre-meditated murder.”
Syn pulled a paper out and turned it around to show the suspect.
“Hmm. It looks like you run a website listing men’s names. The DA
could probably get a jury to believe it’s a hit list. It appears
that you and your extreme lesbo followers have listed a bunch of
male adult entertainers as ‘Porn Stars that Rape.’ Interesting that
Statham’s name was on that list. Sounds like pre-meditated murder
to me. Count your blessings though, Lady J, if this were
Afghanistan you would be pulled backwards
through the streets by mountain goats with your hands cut off … but
here in the great U.S. of A. all you get is death by lethal
injection.”
Syn watched a terrified expression
cross Lady Jay’s gorgeous face.
“ Oh ... did you think
because you used an alias we wouldn’t find your fucked up, hateful
propaganda? I wonder what my men will find after they finish the
search of your home.
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