Roman studied Millaray through the two way mirror. She was sitting there with her wrists secured in handcuffs, staring into the mirror on her side. She wasn't able to see the people on the other side but she knew they were there.

"She's pretty," Bray said.

Roman knew Bray was right. She was pretty. She had long, wavy, golden blonde hair and a pair of bright blue eyes that sparkled when light hit them. The classic girl next door. Pretty but not over the top beautiful. Someone who could blend in, but if she wanted to stand out, she would. That was why she had gotten as far as she had in a world full of crime.

"She's also deadly," Roman reminded Bray.
"Such a shame," Bray sighed. "A woman like that should be home taking care of house, husband and kids."
"Millaray with kids?" Roman laughed. "Please. That's insulting to both her and me. You know damn well she would never go near kids. She hates the noise they make when they start screaming."
"Whatever," Bray shrugged. "Are we going in there? Wanna do the good cop, bad cop thing?"
"You wait here," Roman said. "You know I always get the women to talk."
"Because they're hoping you'll keep on that uniform and fuck them on the table," Bray said.

Roman smirked at Bray. He knew he served a fantasy to a lot of the women coming through this place, and he always did his best to smooth talk them.

"Whatever works," Roman said. "Stand back and let me work my magic."

Roman walked out of the room and into the room next door. Millaray smirked when she saw him.

"So they sent you," she said.
"Is that bad?" He asked.
"It wouldn't be if you could keep your mouth quiet and just sit there and look all pretty," she said.

He chuckled as he sat down. She was not going to be easy to break. Or maybe she was just playing hard to get. He wasn't going to fall into her trap.

"Do you need anything? Water? Coffee? A cigarette?" He asked.
"I quit smoking 8 years ago," she said.
"Damn, it's been a while since we last talked," he said.
"And like last time, I'll slip right through your fingers," she said.
"You're here, aren't you?" He smirked.
"Who says I'm talking about being arrested?" She smirked back.

He chuckled again. She knew she could work everything she had if she wanted to, and she was trying. It wasn't going to work with him.

"I'm married," he said.
"What she doesn't know won't kill her," she said. "Unlike other people I've met."
"Since you wanna open that can of worms," he said.

He sighed lightly and leaned over the table.

"Where's the body?" He asked.
"What body?" She asked.
"Come on, let's not play that game," he said. "You're here because you and your gang once again stole a lot of valuable art. You didn't count on the guard to escape and call for backup so you had to think on the fly. You took a hostage and killed her. Her family would like to have her body so they can bury her."
"I don't remember anything like that happening," she said.
"There was enough blood in her car to make it look like a slaughterhouse," he said.
"I never was too fond of pigs," she shrugged.

It was a dig at him being a cop. He knew it. She was trying to make him angry. He had dealt with people like her all through his career. He always remained calm no matter what they said or did.

"You're looking at life here," he said.
"I hope the bed is good then," she said.
"You're okay with spending the rest of your life in prison?" He asked.

She shrugged. For once she had nothing to say, and he knew he had broken her. She might not show it, but he knew. Millaray Ambrose and her brother Dean Ambrose never ran out of words. They were known for their ability to talk. If they had nothing to say, someone had hit a nerve. He reached across the table and grabbed her hands. It was a risk touching her. He might end up with a couple of broken fingers, but he had to make her believe he was on her side.

"Millaray, you shouldn't take the fall for those guys," he said.
"That's my brother and boyfriend you're talking about," she said. "Not to mention my friends."
"Some friends they are, leaving you here to rot on your own," he said.

She squeezed his hands and for a moment he got nervous until he realized she was squeezing him in an attempt to get some sort of comfort. He was on the right path. He just needed to give her a gentle push to make her lead him where he wanted to go.

"Don't do this to yourself, Millaray. Don't give everything away over some man who obviously doesn't care about you. If he did, he would not allow you to be in here for him," he said.
"What do you suggest?" She asked.
"Tell me where the body and the goods are. Lead me to those things and I'll make sure you get a reduced sentence," he said.
"What? From life to 80 years? Yeah, I'll pass," she said.
"Most likely I can get them all the way down to 15 years," he said. "If you hand over some of the members of your gang, maybe all the way down to 5 years. That depends on how many you give us."
"I am not giving you Dean!" She hissed.
"No Dean," he said. "Give me the rest and I'll give you 5 years in return."

She drummed her fingers on the table while thinking about the offer.

"3 years," she said. "I won't do more than 3 years. In return I'll give you all of them. Even Elias."

Hearing her mention her boyfriend's name made him know he had her where he wanted. It didn't matter that she wouldn't give him her brother. Once Dean was alone without the rest of the gang, he would be easier to hunt down. A desperate man would make mistakes. Roman could wait to get the final member. Millaray would go free after 3 years but it was a small price to pay if he got the rest of the gang.

"Deal," he said. "I'm gonna get some paper for you to write down what I need to know, and then..."
"No!" She barked.
"No?" He asked. "But you just said..."
"I'm not writing anything down. I'm taking you there," she said.
"I can't let you out of here," he said.

She grabbed his hands and squeezed them again. This time it was harder, and it started to hurt.

"You don't understand, Roman," she said. "With all the traps and surveillance they got going, your team will never make it close to them. I need to take you there alone. I know how to escape everything and everyone. I'll lead you to the goods and help you carry them out. Once we have it all back to safety, I'll let you know where you can find the bodies."
"Bodies?" He raised his eyebrows. "As in plural?"
"Yes," she said. "You always suspected it. I'm telling you that they did it. I never killed anyone myself but I'll lead you to everything you need to put them away for life."

He let go of her hands and leaned back in his chair. She placed her palms flat on the table and stared at him.

"Those are my terms," she said. "Take it or leave it."
"And you're willing to go away for life if I reject your offer?" He asked.
"Yes," she answered. "But you won't reject it. You wanna close this case. You've been hunting us for more than a decade and never gotten as close as you are now. You can taste it. You want this so bad which is why I'm gonna sit here and shut up now until you tell me the magic word."

She pressed her lips together and continued looking at him. He couldn't help but smirk at her. She was one stubborn woman and he knew she held all the cards in that moment. She was right. He wanted it so bad. He wanted to come out as the hero finally putting this gang away.

"Deal," he said.