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Authors: Skye Knizley
Tags: Science-Fiction, Literature & Fiction, Fantasy, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Urban, Paranormal & Urban, Dystopian
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floor. It contained nothing, but a table and a few chairs. Rayne DeGrey was sitting at the table with her hands cuffed in front of her. She had doffed the grey suit coat she was wearing, revealing the sleeveless crimson blouse beneath. In spite of appearing in her fifties, the woman's arms were quite muscular. Golden circlets wrapped her arms just below the bicep and were welded in place; the only reason she hadn't been relieved of them. She otherwise still wore the rest of her suit and smart heels. Prison blues wouldn't be handed out until she had been arraigned in the morning.
Levac pulled a chair out and sat down across from DeGrey while Raven leaned up against the observation glass.
"Ms. DeGrey, it' s good to see you again," Levac said. "I'm sorry this has to be under such unpleasant circumstances. I understand your attorney will be here shortly?"
The woman nodded once, curtly, and kept her eyes straight ahead.
"Is there anything you would like to tell us in the absence of counsel?" Levac asked.
DeGrey's face darkened and she frowned. "Do I look stupid, Detective?"
Levac shook his head and pulled his notepad out. He smoothed a clean page and said, "Not at all, Ms. DeGrey, not at all. I was just hoping you could help us out. We're investigating a murder. Thirst was found at the scene and it seems to have come from your business. Could you help explain that for us?"
DeGrey's handcuffs rattled and she laughed. "Your dumb detective act is very good Mr. Levac. You are a true student of the late Peter Falk. But I still have nothing to say to you."
There was a knock at the door before Levac could say anything else. The door opened a beat later and a tall brunette woman dressed in a black pantsuit, cream blouse and the kind of heels that made Raven want to punch her in the face. They were six inches if they were anything.
"Attorney Riscassi?" Raven asked.
"Yes. You're Detective Storm," the woman said, not offering her hand. "I have heard of you. That scruffy looking little man must be your partner, Detective Levac. Charming. Why are you holding Ms. DeGrey?"
"We…" Levac began but Raven cut him off.
"You know perfectly well why we are holding your client or you wouldn't be here yourself. You would have sent a lackey. Ms. DeGrey is under arrest for the manufacture, distribution and sale of narcotics, specifically the one known as Thirst," she said.
Riscassi moved behind her client and squeezed the seated woman's shoulder. "I wasn't aware you were still in narcotics, Detective Storm. I was under the impression you were disciplined and moved to homicide after beating a suspect to death."
Raven stiffened , but did not rise to the bait. "I'm glad you are so familiar with my illustrious career. You are Ms. Maria Riscassi, of Riscassi and Levine, daughter of Rocco "Rocky" Riscassi. I don't have to tell you what he was known for, do I?"
Riscassi smiled, but it never reached her cold brown eyes. "It's nice we are all so well acquainted. So tell me, Detective, what do you have on my client?"
Levac cleared his throat and flipped backwards through his notepad. "Well, Ms. Riscassi, it would appear we have enough to put your client away oh… for quite some time. I'd say fifteen to twenty for all this, if the judge goes easy on her."
"We have this, Riscassi," Raven said, slamming a vial of Thirst on the table. "Thirst. Highly addictive, deadly, and since you know me so well, the reason I beat a drug dealer to death with my bare hands. Vials just like this are connected to the deaths of two people, found at the scene, but not used. I want to know how your junk got in my crime scene!"
Riscassi glanced at the vial and back to Raven. "I assume you are prepared to offer some deal in exchange for this information?"
"Well, Ms. Riscassi, the DA is prepared to guarantee Ms. DeGrey gets the lightest possible sentence in a minimum security facility if Ms. DeGrey enters a plea and provides the information we've requested," Levac said. "I
Levac pulled a chair out and sat down across from DeGrey while Raven leaned up against the observation glass.
"Ms. DeGrey, it' s good to see you again," Levac said. "I'm sorry this has to be under such unpleasant circumstances. I understand your attorney will be here shortly?"
The woman nodded once, curtly, and kept her eyes straight ahead.
"Is there anything you would like to tell us in the absence of counsel?" Levac asked.
DeGrey's face darkened and she frowned. "Do I look stupid, Detective?"
Levac shook his head and pulled his notepad out. He smoothed a clean page and said, "Not at all, Ms. DeGrey, not at all. I was just hoping you could help us out. We're investigating a murder. Thirst was found at the scene and it seems to have come from your business. Could you help explain that for us?"
DeGrey's handcuffs rattled and she laughed. "Your dumb detective act is very good Mr. Levac. You are a true student of the late Peter Falk. But I still have nothing to say to you."
There was a knock at the door before Levac could say anything else. The door opened a beat later and a tall brunette woman dressed in a black pantsuit, cream blouse and the kind of heels that made Raven want to punch her in the face. They were six inches if they were anything.
"Attorney Riscassi?" Raven asked.
"Yes. You're Detective Storm," the woman said, not offering her hand. "I have heard of you. That scruffy looking little man must be your partner, Detective Levac. Charming. Why are you holding Ms. DeGrey?"
"We…" Levac began but Raven cut him off.
"You know perfectly well why we are holding your client or you wouldn't be here yourself. You would have sent a lackey. Ms. DeGrey is under arrest for the manufacture, distribution and sale of narcotics, specifically the one known as Thirst," she said.
Riscassi moved behind her client and squeezed the seated woman's shoulder. "I wasn't aware you were still in narcotics, Detective Storm. I was under the impression you were disciplined and moved to homicide after beating a suspect to death."
Raven stiffened , but did not rise to the bait. "I'm glad you are so familiar with my illustrious career. You are Ms. Maria Riscassi, of Riscassi and Levine, daughter of Rocco "Rocky" Riscassi. I don't have to tell you what he was known for, do I?"
Riscassi smiled, but it never reached her cold brown eyes. "It's nice we are all so well acquainted. So tell me, Detective, what do you have on my client?"
Levac cleared his throat and flipped backwards through his notepad. "Well, Ms. Riscassi, it would appear we have enough to put your client away oh… for quite some time. I'd say fifteen to twenty for all this, if the judge goes easy on her."
"We have this, Riscassi," Raven said, slamming a vial of Thirst on the table. "Thirst. Highly addictive, deadly, and since you know me so well, the reason I beat a drug dealer to death with my bare hands. Vials just like this are connected to the deaths of two people, found at the scene, but not used. I want to know how your junk got in my crime scene!"
Riscassi glanced at the vial and back to Raven. "I assume you are prepared to offer some deal in exchange for this information?"
"Well, Ms. Riscassi, the DA is prepared to guarantee Ms. DeGrey gets the lightest possible sentence in a minimum security facility if Ms. DeGrey enters a plea and provides the information we've requested," Levac said. "I
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