"Why am I here?" Jason demanded, his tattooed arms crossing over his chest.
Claire took up her perch across the table. She let go of the tan folder over the metal table. The impact made a loud echo in the confined room. Neither one of them flinched. Claire tilted her head. "Why is anyone here?" she simpered, a coy smile growing on her face. She loved playing with these gang members until they hit their breaking point.
"Stupid bitch," he scoffed as he sat up taller. "You ain't shit here."
"Neither is anyone on this God forsaken earth."
His jaw clenched and a vein started to poke through his skin. "Pull one more on me and-"
Claire picked open the folder and stared at the pictures. "You'll kill me?" she offered, sounding unimpressed by his threat. "Please, be my guest. Just to let you know that you will be arrested quicker than you can say bitch." Jason backed off, but still kept his jaw clenched. Claire picked out a picture of Mr. Kelley. She slid the picture across the table with a lone finger. "Recognize the man in this photo?"
Jason cold brown eyes shifted down to the photo. The vein poked its way back out of his skin. The corners of his lips rose as he leaned back against his chair. "I've never seen this man in my life," he claimed.
Claire copied Jason, leaning back in her chair. "Is that so?" she inquired. She pulled out a picture of Mr. Kelley and Jason together in front of a car. "Here." She slid the picture across. "Recognize the man?"
Jason barely took a glance at the photo before claiming once again, "No, I haven't seen him."
Claire took back the photos. "So, you claim you haven't seen this man yet you are seen in photo's with him?" Her hands scooped the folder back up into her arms. "We're done here. Sorry that I have taken up your time of sitting around and collecting money."
"Wait, really? I can go?" Jason questioned. He began to rise to his feet.
Claire quickly sat him back down by slamming the tan folder into his cheek. The folder landed onto the table yet again. "Tell me why Mr. Kelley was coming to you," she demanded.
Jason smiled, his hand stopping from rubbing his cheek. "I ain't telling you shit."
Claire clenched her hands tight to try to keep her anger down. "Tell me what you know or I swear to whoever I give a damn that I will punch the info out of you."
"Please, be my guest," he mocked. "I ain't no snitch and I'm sure to hell that I'm not going to have a girl beat-"
Claire had enough. Her fist made contact with Jason's redding cheek. This wasn't the first time she hit someone, but it was certainly the first time she had hit a witness. She felt the skin on her knuckles break open. She definitely hit his cheekbone. Jason was quick to retaliate. His giant hands reached for Claire's neck. She rolled her eyes, knowing that he was only a brute and only knew a few attacks. Her fingers clasped around his meaty arm. She pulled the arm back and her free hand clasped around the back of his neck. This sent Jason slamming into the concrete floor of the room.
Claire dug her knee into Jason's back. "Tell me what you know!" she screeched.
"Okay! Jeez...," Jason confessed. "Mr. Kelley was paying for protection."
"Why was he paying for protection?" she pestered.
Jason didn't answer right away. Claire's fingers pulled his arm back more. He roared in pain, "He felt like someone was following him! He felt like someone was following him."
"Do you know who?"
"No!" he pleaded. "I don't know who!"
"Did one of your buddies kill Mr. Kelley?" she questioned.
