She can tell those three words turn me on and I know she's trying to hide a smile. Slowly, her hand travels up my chest, starting at my lower abdomen, and working up to the center-making me want to shiver at her light caress. She sticks out her fing...
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"I don't know who you're talking about." She says sternly, her gaze moving between Emily and me. This woman has been here for at least three hours and has still given us nothing, and I'm starting to get irritated.
"Listen, you are the ONLY person from that strip club who HAD to have seen something." I seethe. My hands are pressed against the steel table, and I'm standing up from my chair, towering over her. "You're the bartender. I know you saw something, even minor, so figure it out before this person kills someone else."
I grab the file of the first two victims and pull open the door so hard it slams against the wall. I run a hand through my hair and throw the file onto a random table. I need a bathroom.
"Camilla," Emily says in that mom tone
"I need a minute," I say, not even looking back at her as I find the bathroom door and yank it open the door.
I flick on the lights and lock the door behind me. I quickly turn on the tap and put my hands under the stream of water, then lift my cupped hands to my face. My heart is thumping so fast and loud that people can hear it.
I need to get myself under control. I'm a mess.
I run my wet hands through my hair and look at myself in the mirror. I need that girl in the interrogation room to give us something, even if it's something minuscule. I sigh and turn around to face the door, leaning my backside against the sink.
I start doing a finger technique that helps me calm down. My fingers touch my thumb in a pinky, ring, middle, and pointer pattern, then I start over again. I can feel my heart slowing to an average everyday pace. I take a deep breath through my nose and exhale through my mouth.
I hear a slight knock on the bathroom door, and I look at myself in the mirror again before I quickly gather myself and walk out of the bathroom. I see Emily pacing near the entrance of the interrogation room, waiting for me.
"Hey, you okay?" She asks, reaching her arm out and touching mine like JJ does when I' upset.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Let's go." I say, entering the interrogation room again. The woman is sitting there, stretching her bubblegum from her mouth with her finger. She looks at us as we enter the room, sighs, and rolls her eyes. She sits in her chair and puts her stretched gum back in her mouth before crossing her legs and resting her hands on the table.
"Got more questions for me, obviously."
"We just need one piece of info, whether big or small," Emily says, her voice a little kinder than mine was.
The girl sighs and chews some more gum before looking up at me, then at Emily. "If I say something you two think is worthy of a clue, will you let me go home?"
"Yes, of course," Emily answers her.
"Fine...there was this guy, he asked me when one of our dancers got off. Off of work, you know? I looked at who he was describing because I don't really keep tabs on all of our dancers, and he was pointing to a woman wearing skimpy blue lingerie..lie baby blue."
"Is that all?" I ask because I know she wants to say more. I can sense it through her body language and see ti in her eyes.
"No. I didn't recognize the woman dancing that he pointed to. I don't keep tabs on all the dancers, but I can recognize their faces pretty well, but this face I didn't, and I don't recall any of our dancers had a snake tattoo." She leans back in the metal chair.
"Do you know the man's name? Who asked about when the dancer got off work?" Emily asks.
She shakes her head. "I don't snitch people's names," she says, shrugging.
"Okay. Thank you for the information. You really helped us." Emily stands up, and I follow her out the door.
We walk to our meeting room and review the information with the others there. The girl with the snake tattoo is one of our second victims. The security found her ripped open up to her chest from her stomach.
We need to figure out who is killing all these people because if we don't soon, they will have another victim soon, and by the timing of these first three, we're most likely going to find another one tomorrow.
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