What they’ll find on your computer.” Syn
lowered his voice to a mere whisper, “And in the laptop you had
stored under a floor board in your bedroom."
That did the trick. Lady Jay looked
like she was about to be sick or bolt.
Day came in right on cue. His voice
sympathetic and comforting. Good cop. “Janet, we know you were
raped by three male adult entertainers nine years ago. All three of
them walked because their lawyer convinced a jury that as a porn
actor yourself, you’d asked for it. Instead of focusing on the
facts of crime, your character was attacked. We know all three of
those men are now dead, their bodies mutilated beyond recognition.
Their killer was never found.” Day’s hazel eyes looked full of
concern. “You’ve already taken your revenge on your attackers. Why
are you still targeting men?”
“ I’m protecting my girls.
You fuckers sure don’t care to.”
“ Well bless your nurturing
little dick-hating heart,” Syn said condescendingly.
Lady Jay gasped.
“ Sergeant Sydney, show
some control,” Day admonished him. “What girls are you protecting,
Janet?”
“ The girls that helped you
kill Statham last night,” Syn butted in again.
“ I didn’t say that!” she
yelled at him, then turned back to Day. “That bastard keeps putting
words in my mouth. I protect the girls of BTNS,” she stated
proudly, lifting her chin.
“ What the fuck does that
stand for? Bitches. That. Need. Slapping?” Syn quipped.
“ You asshole!” she
snapped, jumping up and leaning over the table to get in Syn’s
face. Syn’s non-reaction had her seething with rage.
God moved fast. He grabbed her
shoulder and slammed her down hard in the chair. “Get up again and
the only deal we’ll give you will involve twenty-five years on
death row before you get a needle full of potassium chloride in
your arm.”
“ Don’t fucking touch me!”
She screeched.
“ Lieutenant Godfrey get
your hands off her immediately,” Day snapped. “As a matter of fact,
I want you out of here, leave!”
God grumbled, "Fuck this shit," and
left the room, slamming the door behind him.
“ Ms. Lindstrom. I
apologize for my colleague,” Day begin.
“ You can’t apologize for
that bully. Just like a man. Thinking he can handle women any way
he wants.” She whipped her head so her long, blonde bangs were no
longer covering her eye. “I want to file a complaint for excessive
use of force.”
“ Absolutely, I agree. I’ll
write that up myself Ms. Lindstrom. Is there anything we can get
you before we continue? A glass of water? A soda perhaps?” Day
asked calmly.
Lady Jay’s shoulders relaxed slightly
as she nodded, “A Diet Coke.”
Day pfftd at her. “Diet-shmiet. What
are you a size six?”
“ Don’t try to patronize me
Detective,” she said around a slight grin.
Syn was flabbergasted that Day
actually got a half-smile out of the woman.
“ Sergeant Sydney will you
be so kind to get Ms. Lindstrom a Coke please?” Day looked down at
her with the most charming smile Syn had ever seen. “The sugar will
help you. I’m sure you didn’t sleep well last night. I want to get
you into the minimum-security wing so you can receive visitors. I’m
sure your girls of BTNS would like to see you.”
Lady Jay nodded as Syn was leaving the
room. Day continued, “I saw that BTNS stands for Better. Together.
Never. Separated.”
“ Damn, he’s good,” Syn
told God after the door closed tightly behind him. God and Day had
an awesome good cop/bad cop routine for interrogations, but when
Syn added his straight-up asshole cop to their dance, it was
downright entertaining. He had to admit that he’d enjoyed it. Syn
told a uniform to get a Diet Coke as he and God watched Day work
his magic through the window.
Syn saw Day unplug the camera on the
wall. Lady Jay’s eyebrows rose in question. Pulling that plug was
just a ploy. The camera in the next room was the one actually
recording.
“ So we can
lowered his voice to a mere whisper, “And in the laptop you had
stored under a floor board in your bedroom."
That did the trick. Lady Jay looked
like she was about to be sick or bolt.
Day came in right on cue. His voice
sympathetic and comforting. Good cop. “Janet, we know you were
raped by three male adult entertainers nine years ago. All three of
them walked because their lawyer convinced a jury that as a porn
actor yourself, you’d asked for it. Instead of focusing on the
facts of crime, your character was attacked. We know all three of
those men are now dead, their bodies mutilated beyond recognition.
Their killer was never found.” Day’s hazel eyes looked full of
concern. “You’ve already taken your revenge on your attackers. Why
are you still targeting men?”
“ I’m protecting my girls.
You fuckers sure don’t care to.”
“ Well bless your nurturing
little dick-hating heart,” Syn said condescendingly.
Lady Jay gasped.
“ Sergeant Sydney, show
some control,” Day admonished him. “What girls are you protecting,
Janet?”
“ The girls that helped you
kill Statham last night,” Syn butted in again.
“ I didn’t say that!” she
yelled at him, then turned back to Day. “That bastard keeps putting
words in my mouth. I protect the girls of BTNS,” she stated
proudly, lifting her chin.
“ What the fuck does that
stand for? Bitches. That. Need. Slapping?” Syn quipped.
“ You asshole!” she
snapped, jumping up and leaning over the table to get in Syn’s
face. Syn’s non-reaction had her seething with rage.
God moved fast. He grabbed her
shoulder and slammed her down hard in the chair. “Get up again and
the only deal we’ll give you will involve twenty-five years on
death row before you get a needle full of potassium chloride in
your arm.”
“ Don’t fucking touch me!”
She screeched.
“ Lieutenant Godfrey get
your hands off her immediately,” Day snapped. “As a matter of fact,
I want you out of here, leave!”
God grumbled, "Fuck this shit," and
left the room, slamming the door behind him.
“ Ms. Lindstrom. I
apologize for my colleague,” Day begin.
“ You can’t apologize for
that bully. Just like a man. Thinking he can handle women any way
he wants.” She whipped her head so her long, blonde bangs were no
longer covering her eye. “I want to file a complaint for excessive
use of force.”
“ Absolutely, I agree. I’ll
write that up myself Ms. Lindstrom. Is there anything we can get
you before we continue? A glass of water? A soda perhaps?” Day
asked calmly.
Lady Jay’s shoulders relaxed slightly
as she nodded, “A Diet Coke.”
Day pfftd at her. “Diet-shmiet. What
are you a size six?”
“ Don’t try to patronize me
Detective,” she said around a slight grin.
Syn was flabbergasted that Day
actually got a half-smile out of the woman.
“ Sergeant Sydney will you
be so kind to get Ms. Lindstrom a Coke please?” Day looked down at
her with the most charming smile Syn had ever seen. “The sugar will
help you. I’m sure you didn’t sleep well last night. I want to get
you into the minimum-security wing so you can receive visitors. I’m
sure your girls of BTNS would like to see you.”
Lady Jay nodded as Syn was leaving the
room. Day continued, “I saw that BTNS stands for Better. Together.
Never. Separated.”
“ Damn, he’s good,” Syn
told God after the door closed tightly behind him. God and Day had
an awesome good cop/bad cop routine for interrogations, but when
Syn added his straight-up asshole cop to their dance, it was
downright entertaining. He had to admit that he’d enjoyed it. Syn
told a uniform to get a Diet Coke as he and God watched Day work
his magic through the window.
Syn saw Day unplug the camera on the
wall. Lady Jay’s eyebrows rose in question. Pulling that plug was
just a ploy. The camera in the next room was the one actually
recording.
“ So we can
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