Pup

Chapter 13

Hank didn't even have to open the door to be hearing the lady's scream  he could practically hear it from the the hall. When he turned the corner Jay was waiting for him.
"I read their charges and possible sentence to both of them. But I didn't want to stay in there longer than I had too, especially with the wife" he groaned rubbing his temples.
"Alright then lets in and have a talk" Hank replied, his voice deeper and more gravely than it's normal tone. Once they both locked thier weapons in the safe's down the hall from the room they both walked down the hall and went into the den of the screaming vulture. Mary Foster was very excessive in her obnoxious multi-patterned blouse and pants with abnormally large heals. Her make up was way to bold and jarring to be okay and her excessive jewelry didn't help at all. When he laid eyes on her his blood went cold and dry. His merciless eyes stabbed into her, keeping her in her place. His jaw was locked and his lips curled up into a scowl he couldn't wipe off his face. Jay dropped the case file down on the desk and sat down in front of her while Hank stalked and prowled behind her. Even though they had made their presence clear Mary Foster still kept screaming and demanding until Hank slammed his hand into the table and barked a few inches away from her face,
"SHUT IT. When you're in that chair you don't get what you want I run the show. Got that straight?" She only glared rudely at him over her shoulder and crossed her arms. Hank stood up somewhat satisfied she had shut up and looked to Jay to begin.
"Alright so let's go over what we already know which is pretty much everything " he began as he opened the folder.
" You and your husband were homeless druggies until you got in with the gangs across chicago and the U.S.  You agreed to smuggle drugs over state borders and sell product in exchange for a rising percent in what you earn and a place to crash. You earn favor and money which is when you start to paint  your false white picket fence dream. You get a house, a couple cars, new clothes , new look, and get part time jobs to make you look more like a normal couple. But then you went even further by becoming foster parents for Oliver when he was six" Jay spoke but was interrupted by aimless yelling.
"Excuse me!! I love my son, my husband loves my son! We did all that to provide for him!" she tried to yell but was stopped dead in her tracks by hank slamming the desk over her shoulders.
"That's a load of bull" he growled in her ear.
"You only ever loved the money that you got and when the social worker didn't have to visit anymore you threw him away like a worthless trophy to collect dust and make it look like you deserve that gold" he stood up still talking.
"But I'll tell you what. You are right about one thing. That kid is a thing of gold. He's a real sweet and smart kid, he is like gold. I actually should thank you. You let me meet someone very special, so thank you for that. Because every time you left him outside in the rain, the scolding sun and freezing winters I got to hold the gold from YOUR lot. We've had a lot of nice conversations you know..."
"Okay I'm going to stop you right there sir!" Mary interrupted in an offended tone pointing at Hank.
"I don't appreciate your suggestions that I don't care about my son because I always..."
" Did I ask you a question?!" Hank yelled after being interrupted for the second time.
"Well I shouldn't have to sit here and be falsely accused of such horrible claims!" she yelled with an heir of arrogance that seemed to make the tons of gold and silver rings she had on her fingers and ears to shine louder and clink together like a wind chime strung out on steroids. Even the pearls around her neck clinked and clacked. Hank couldn't handle this woman for much longer.
"I didn't ask you any questions so you shouldn't be talking" he barked.
"You say you take care of your child" voight got in her face, his growl low and loud.
"Okay let me show you these." Voight ripped open the case folders and slammed pictures of extensive bruising and scratches pushed the pictures towards her. He walked around the desk and put his hands on the back of her chair.
"You know what these are? These are pictures I took of Oliver every time I have brought him into my house and he's had new bruises and scratches every time..."
"I.." Mary tried to speak.
"I'm not done yet Hank growled louder shoving those pictures off the table in disgust and pulled another set of pictures that were of weight numbers on a scale.
"Do you know how tall a seven year old should be? Forty six to fifty inches and his weight should be forty six to fifty pounds. Do you know how tall Oliver is? Do you know how much he weighs?!" Hank slammed on the table again making her jump this time.
"He's forty inches!" he yelled,
"and do you know how much he weighs?" he yelled even louder.
"Thirty two pounds! That kid shouldn't be walking, I should have you in here on murder charges at this rate in additions to the whole list of charges you have! And let me tell you how screwed you'll be if we get a confession from Oliver!" Hank's anger had blurred his senses so much he didn't realize he kept pulling her chair farther and farther back until the point if he were to let go she'd slam her head into the concrete floor.
"Just know I'll be more than willing to testify against you in court and watch your acts get buried alive" he growled right into her ear pulling her chair back farther until Jay intervened.
"Sarge."
Hank looked up with a glare at Jay and for a moment suspended her while she screamed and cried before shoving her harshly stomach first into the table. Hank huffed and walked past the door to Jay but a knock on the door stopped him. Hank tore open the door.
"What?" he asked sharply before realizing who was standing in front of him.