Revenge on the Reagans

Chapter 10

Almost two hours had passed and still nothing. Detectives had been in and out of the box, yet not a single one of them could get her to talk. Trying to get her to tell them where Palmari and Miller were and who hired them to execute the hits was like pulling teeth. They were getting nowhere with this investigation. Frank stood on the other side of the glass listening to the latest detective in a line try to get some information out of her. But all the officer was getting was attitude. Well, it wasn't entirely true, they did know something. The woman was Angela Palmari, Aaron and Daniel's sister. This was looking more and more like a personal grudge that the whole Palmari family was holding against Frank. But they couldn't know for sure. Not until they got the identity of the brains behind the whole operation. Frustrated, the detective grabbed the case file and walked out of the box.

"Sir she's not telling us anything," the detective told him, "I could keep pushing her but I don't think we'll get much out of her." Frank stood there silent watching Angela through the glass, and he knew how to get her talking.

"I think I might be able to get her talking," he said and the detective wasn't going to stand in his way. He walked right over to the door and opened it a crack. He stood in the doorway watching her, watching her expression as she changed from this snarky sarcastic woman to a woman filled with anger and vengeance. He could practically feel her hating him. He walked into the box and closed the door behind without taking his eyes off of her. He calmly took his seat and looked through her file as if she just another criminal. But she was not as calm as him. She looked like she was ready to just push the table out of the way and choke him with her bare hands. This was sheer proof that this was a personal vendetta.

"Miss Palmari," Frank started, but was interrupted before he could finish.

"You have no right to say that name," Angela said with her voice laced with her disgust.

"Miss Palmari," he tried again, "I should remind you that you are being charged with trespassing, assault on a police officer, and 2 counts of attempted murder. This means you could get life in prison with a possibility of parole. But considering you targeted two police officers and a respected attorney I don't see that happening." Angela cracked a sly smile at Frank's last comment. She didn't care that she would lose her freedom while Aaron and Lucas walked free. Clearly they were still hoping to make him suffer any way they could.

"But a negotiation could be made, if you tell us where Aaron and Lucas are," he added and that left her confused.

"Is that some kind of promise you're making commissioner?" she asked.

"Oh," he responded, "I don't make promises with people like you."

"Of course you don't," Angela snapped, "I mean why would the person who ruined my life want to help me."

"I'm sorry my memory isn't the greatest can you please elaborate," he said with a hint of comedy in his voice.

"Oh really so you don't remember killing my brother," she said with powerful snark, "you don't remember just shooting him in broad daylight, and letting him bleed to death. How could you forget that?" The room was silent as Frank pondered his next words.