chapter title: Interrogation Room
summary: In which Dave is the cool Detective Strider and Jade is the mob boss' daughter and the key to closing this case.
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Dave had his feet up on the table and was leaning back in his chair as he stared her down. They'd been sitting in silence for five minutes and when Dave had said he could do this all day he hadn't really meant it. He was running out of time. She'd given them a time limit of twenty four hours. Twenty four hours until she'd kill Senator Vantas and now they were down to three and Dave and the rest of the FBI still had no idea where she was keeping him.
He rested his shades on top of his head and rubbed at his eyes as he put his chair back in it's normal position.
"Are you ready to cooperate?" he asked, finally breaking the silence and put his shades back on.
"I'd cooperate," she said, "if I had anything to tell you." She smirked and Dave narrowed his eyes.
"C'mon Harley, cut the bullshit and tell me what I want to know already," he said as he slammed his hands on the table, beginning to lose his patience. She didn't flinch.
"I don't know where the Batterwitch is," Jade said calmly, "Believe me if I did I would have told you a long time ago." Dave shook his head.
"You expect me to believe that? She's your mother, how can you not know where-"
"She is not my mother!" Jade exclaimed, indignant, "I hate her. I hate her. That's why I split from her and her stupid gang and all that crap a long time ago. Or shouldn't you already know that Detective?" Jade glared at him as he straightened up and looked at her coolly behind the dark glasses.
"You're lying."
"What? No-"
"You hate her. But you're protecting her," he said and she was silent, "Why?"
Jade clenched her jaw and looked away from him, sucked in a breath. "Because," she started in a quiet voice, gone was the confidence and snarky attitude, "She doesn't just have Senator Vantas."
She looked at the detective with watery green eyes.
"She has my brother."