Love Lockdown

Prologue

Shane Marshall’s POV

                This girl insisted on being stubborn, and every witty, sarcastic remark she made just heightened my annoyance with her. I sighed heavily, loosening my tie slightly, looking down at the young woman.

            “We’ve been over this a hundred times already; I have nothing to tell you,” she watched me with an even gaze, her dark grey eyes gave away nothing and her purple hair swept across her forehead.

            This isn’t the first time we’ve had her in for interrogation. She’s never been in for doing the actual crime; she just seems to know every major and minor drug lord in Portland. She never gave away any direct links, just subtle hints.

            “Come on, Miss Lee, don’t play dumb today, you know something and I know you’re going to tell someone. You’re not leaving ‘til we get some info,” I growled at her, staring down into her eyes.

            She still didn’t falter under my gaze.

            Tom, my partner, came forward into the light above the metal desk the young woman sat cuffed to, baring a stern glare. His hands were securely tucked in the front pockets of his dark grey pants and his brown leather gun holster hung neatly across his shoulders.

            “Are you seriously still calling me ‘Miss Lee’?” she asked incredulously, raising a slender black eyebrow, “Officer Marshall, please, for the hundredth time, call me Harper.”

            “Harper, cut the crap, who are you protecting and how much are they paying you to keep quiet?” Tom asked calmly, watching a muscle twitch in her neck as she took a large gulp.

            “I’m not a whore, I don’t get paid! How about both of you go die, crawl back into the vaginas’ you came from and stay there! You’re doing no good here!” she shouted, tugging on her cuffs for the first time since we put them on her; she doesn’t need the cuffs, we just like to tease her every now and then by putting them on.

            “Don’t be like that, Miss Lee, we’re officers of the law, are you really gonna talk to us that way and believe you’ll get away with it? I don’t think so. So do us all a favour and start talking before we have to go all ‘good cop bad cop’ on your ass!” I barked at her, throwing my fists down on the table.

            “Ooh, sassy! Who’s the good cop and who’s the bad cop? I always have liked a bad boy, as you can probably tell! I bet you’d be the bad cop, couldn’t you Officer Marshall? You’d be a really bad cop! Nom!” she licked her lips, smirking as she winked at me. I shook my head, watching her smirk fall; a tired, but still teasing expression adorned her smooth features.

            “Listen, Officer Marshall, Officer Joseph, if I had anything to tell you,” she glanced down at her cuffed hands for a millisecond, “I would not be telling you here in the state that I am in,” she looked at both of us steadily. Meaningfully.

            This is what we had been working for. She always knew, because she was in the middle of it all. You may be thinking, ‘If she’s in the middle of all of it, why she is not behind bars too?’ but the thing is, she’s the most useful source we’ve had lately, and she’s always right.

            “And where would you prefer to talk, Miss Lee?” I asked; now I was just annoying her, calling her Miss Lee, knowing just how much she hated it. Yeah, she’s in here that often.