"Am I a suspect

"Am I a suspect?" Jennifer asked her head against the tabletop. Stella could barely hear her.

"Not now I know that you are Mac's sister." Stella said smiling slightly. The reaction that Mac had just given was one that she had never seen him give before. It was full of regret and worry and then anger. She knew that Mac had a photo of him and Jennifer in his wallet that he kept hidden with the one of Claire. She looked at Jennifer who had her head now rested on her arm. She was definitely Mac's sister. The look in her eyes and the attitude was what gave it away.

"Just because goody two shoes Mac is a relative doesn't mean I don't have the capability of killing someone." Jennifer said sadly.

"Are you owning up to something?" Stella asked. She knew that Jennifer hadn't murdered anyone. The prints on the pole weren't hers and the DNA found wasn't hers either.

"It's not like you would believe me." Jennifer said.

"How did you know Ivy?" Stella said leaning back in her chair.

"I looked after her when she worked in the club. Her and Holly quit at pretty much the same time as each other to go work in Ruby Springs. I tried to reason with them but the jackass who owns it obviously offered them something they couldn't refuse." Jennifer said looking at Stella for the first time in the interview. Stella smiled.

"Does this jackass have a name?"

"Solomon I'm a male chauvinistic pig Finley. Or Sol. Or jackass. Or many other really bad names that I'm sure I shouldn't use but he's a …"

"Jackass. I think I get the picture." Stella said laughing. Jennifer couldn't help but smile.

"Like I told Detective Flack, you're best off talking to the girls. I only know what happens in the club. And they may not molester you. I think they scared Detective Flack and Messer." Jennifer said.

"Do you have names of the guys and girls who come in?" Stella asked.

"I have a list of those who work for us and everyone who comes in. The manager used to check up on them before they could touch anything if you get what I mean."

"Well that's all I can think of at the moment but if I think of anything else I'll give you a call. Do you mind if I call you Jen?" Stella asked.

"Ok. But only you get to call me Jen." Jennifer said laughing.

Mac and Flack stood outside of Real Life Surprises. The car ride over had been tense and no questions were asked or answered. Mac shook his head.

"What the hell is she playing at?" Mac muttered. Flack wanted to say something but he couldn't find anything to say.

"Well, well, well I knew you couldn't resist." A voice said coming from behind them. Flack sighed. Mac looked at Flack and then turned to look at Tiffany.

"Do you work here?" Mac asked. Tiffany put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows at Mac. She had a lime green corset on accompanied by a dark green tutu and some thigh length lime green leather boots. Everything about Tiffany's outfit screamed drag and she knew it.

"I want you to tell me everything you know about Jen." Mac said. Tiffany smiled.

"So you must be the infamous brother. You might as well come on in, I'll answer what questions I want to answer and after that you'll have to ask her." Tiffany said strutting past them. Mac followed but noticed that Flack hesitated.

"Oh come on Don. She doesn't scare you does she?" Mac said trying to hide his laugh.

"Mac she or he or it just freaks me out." Don said. Mac laughed and went inside. Flack reluctantly followed. By the time they got into the club Tiffany had already poured herself a drink and was sitting on the bar.

"So let get this little question time over and done with shall we." Mac stood opposite the bar and Flack stood behind him.

"How long has she been here?" Mac asked.

"Just over a year."

"Why did she come to work here?"

"That's something you will have to ask her about." Mac sighed. Tiffany leant over and took his hand. His eyes widened in horror.

"Oh dream on sunshine you aren't my type. All I know about Jenny is that she came here, she used to be a cop, and something bad happened that she doesn't talk about and that she doesn't get on with her family. And I know more than anyone else does. She's not involved with anything here other than pouring the drinks, chatting to one regular and beating the crap out of some scum. She doesn't agree with what we do, but she accepts that we do it. She doesn't change us and we don't change her." Tiffany let go of Mac's hand. She looked at Flack.

"And I just knew you couldn't stay away. I can give you a discount if you want." Tiffany offered.

"No." Flack said a little too harshly.

"Tiffany Baxter I will scratch your foul eyes out when I find you." A voice said. Tiffany shrugged at Mac and laughed.

"I'd like to see you try Peaches." She muttered. A flamboyant woman/man came in. Her hair was blonde and bobbed. She had far too much make up on and was tottering in some ridiculously high heels. Her eyebrows were as harsh as her voice was. Mac looked at Flack.

"You stole him you hussy." Peaches yelled.

"No he got sick of you and came to me. I'm sure these handsome cops will give you the definition of stealing, and the spelling if you're still unsure." Tiffany said a smile growing across her face. Peaches had completely ignored her and started to twirl her hair around her fingers.

"Where's your uniform?" She asked. Mac went to say something when there was a loud bang from the back of the club. He went to get up but Tiffany shook her head.

"It's Jenny. I know that crash." Tiffany said reaching for the First Aid box and revealing a little too much for Mac and Flack's liking. They heard slamming of doors and the thudding of feet. Jennifer flung the door open and went straight to the bar. She had zoned out and hadn't seen anyone other that Tiffany. She went behind the bar and grabbed the box off Tiffany. She pulled her jacket off and tossed it across the bar. Down her arm there was a big cut that was bleeding. She poured a small glass of vodka and downed it.

"You tried to jump the wall again didn't you?" Tiffany finally said. Jennifer soaked some pads in water and dabbed at her arm.

"I misjudged the drop ok?" Jennifer said wincing.

"You always misjudge the drop. Who taught you to climb walls anyway?" Tiffany asked.

"The wonderful criminals in Chicago." Jennifer muttered. Peaches coughed slightly and Jennifer turned her head enough to see everyone in the room.

"This isn't staying out of my way." Jennifer said glaring at Tiffany.

"He only wants to talk." Tiffany said.

"I can speak for myself." Mac said.

"Why are you here?" Jennifer asked.

"I want to talk." Mac said. Jennifer smiled slightly.

"Oh was that a smile?" Tiffany said faking surprise.

"Shut up." Jennifer said.

"Don't be like that." Tiffany said slightly hurt. Jennifer shook her head.

"Someone is in the back." Jennifer whispered. There was banging of doors and Jennifer's reaction was enough for Mac to take action. Mac and Flack reached for their guns. Tiffany looked at Jennifer who was reaching for a bat. Mac started to sniff. Jennifer looked at him.

"Do you smell that?" She said. Mac nodded.

"Fire." Mac said throwing the bar door open. He pulled Tiffany out and towards the main door. Jennifer tried the door to the corridor and opened it slightly and smoke bellowed out. Mac pulled her back and closed the door. Tiffany tried the main door.

"Jen it's locked." Tiffany said starting to panic. Mac could feel the heat getting worse from the door.

"Do you have the key?" Mac asked.

"Yeah." Jennifer said.

"Well?" Mac asked.

"It's out back. You want to go get it?" Jennifer snapped. Flack tried to kick the door down.

"It's no use it's reinforced." Jennifer yelled. It was getting hotter and smoke started to fill the room. Peaches started to sob.

"We're going to die." Tiffany ran over and hugged her.

"Ssshhh they're going to get us out." Mac tried the phones. He looked at Flack.

"Dead." He said.

"Don't you have any windows?" Flack asked. Jennifer rolled her eyes and Flack got the answer. Jennifer looked over at Tiffany and Peaches.

"Don't you have your radio?" Jennifer asked. Flack shook his head.

"It's in the car."

"Oh well that was a brilliant plan wasn't it?" Jennifer snapped.

"Well I wasn't planning on getting trapped." Flack snapped back.

"What about the old door?" Peaches asked.

"What old door?." Jennifer said. Peaches blushed.

"I convinced the guy not get rid of it. I had a friend who used it." The room had now filled with thick black smoke. Tiffany was having a coughing fit.

"Show them where it is." Jennifer said to Peaches. Peaches got up and nodded to Mac and Flack to follow her. They could barely see the door when they got to it. Flack started to kick it. It splintered and fresh air billowed through the door.

"Get her out. I'll go back." Mac said. He ran back and found Jennifer trying to carry Tiffany. He took Tiffany off Jennifer.

"I need to get something." Jennifer yelled. The flames were now licking at the bottom at the door.

"We don't have enough time Jen." Mac coughed. Jennifer shook her head and went back.

"JEN!" Mac yelled. Tiffany started to gasp and Mac realised he needed to get her out. He carried her to the door and to where the police cars were now pulling up. He heard fire sirens getting closer. He lay Tiffany down and looked back. Jennifer came stumbling out of the door, coughing persistently. She had a file in her hand and some pieces of paper. Mac ran over to her.

"What the hell was so damn important that you ran back into a burning room?" Mac asked.

"One it wasn't burning and two this may help narrow down some suspects." She said passing the file to Mac.