Anything You Say

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 Breathing deeply, she stared at her hands, still not looking at me and not giving me any answers. But I needed to know, I needed to make sure she wasn't involved with my family or their business.

It wasn't possible, they would never recruit a woman to work for them, they thought they were too kind, too weak and unreliable for the job. So it couldn't be, it was nearly impossible for her to work for them, but I still needed to make sure.

"Miss Grant, will you answer my questions or will I have to do this the hard way?" I ask after fifteen minutes of studying her, who, not for one second, looked up from her hands.

"I'm sorry, but I have nothing else to say, I did it." she said in a low voice.

Dammit, why can't she cooperate with me here, can't she see that I'm trying to get her out of here?

"So, can you tell me who you were selling for?"

"I can't tell you that, detective" she said, shrinking in her chair.

I exhaled deeply and ran my hands through my hair. I never, in my twenty five years of life, met such stubborn specimen. I've been inside this room for almost an hour and all I could get out of her was a confession of possession and distribution of drugs, no names, no faces, nothing.

I get up from my seat and make my way to the door, my steps being the only sound in the room.

"You want anything to eat or drink?" I ask her as I open the door.

"No, thank you detective" she says, looking back at me, before turning her eyes once more to her hands.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I get out of the room and go outside, needing a break to smoke. I take the pack out of my jacket pocket and get one cigaret out, holding it between my lips as I put the pack back in the pocket and try to get the lighter out. I lift the lighter up to my mouth and light my cigaret, taking one long blissful drag. As I pull it from my lips with my right hand, my phone starts to ring obnoxiously.

Letting one annoyed grunt fall from my lips, I reach into my back pocket and take the damned annoying thing out and accept the call not even bothering to see who it is from.

"Detective Jaxson, how can I help you?"

"Well, hello there son" I hear my fathers raspy voice from the other side. Just what I need to make my day even better.

"Hello father, I'm working. Is there anything I can help you with?" I ask, knowing that my father wouldn't call just to check on me, he only calls if he needs something, if he needs help throwing someone in jail or getting them out of there. Or worst.

"I'm sorry to interrupt son, just wanted to make sure miss Grant was brought in and is being taken care of" he said, trying to sound worried.

"Yes, she was. May I ask why she was brought in, since she wont answer anything?" I ask, desperately trying to figure out what kind of trouble that women caught herself into.

"It was nothing, don't worry about it. Just make sure she comes out soon and that no one is surveilling her." He said, as his voice became darker, scarier, before hanging up.

Just perfect, he was using the I'm-gonna-murder-someone voice. It wasn't bad enough that she had gotten arrested, now she was going to get murdered. Oh, what a marvelous week to be a cop...

Walking back into the office, I made my way back to the room I had left her in minutes before, my steps heavy on the floor ricocheting on the empty halls that led to the room.

Opening the door, I find her in the exact same position as she was when I had left, head down, hand clasped together in her lap and her face hidden by her hair.

As I sat down in front of her, she looked up at me, and for the first time made eye contact with me, allowing me to see the brightness in her eyes, and I knew, deep down, that the fact that she accepted the charges so easily had something to do with my father and escaping him and his wrath.

"So, miss Grant, are you going to answer my questions now?" I asked, hoping she would collaborate with me this time.

"No detective, I already told you all I had to say." she stubbornly says once more, making my blood boil in my veins, how could she be so headstrong when all I wanted was to help her out of this mess.

"Okay then." I say as I get up, but before heading to the door, I look down at her, seeing her looking up at me and I can't help myself before opening my mouth "One last question, what do you know about the D'Ambrosio family business?"