Goddammit, Tony thought, that stupid kid. I'm gonna kick his ass! A confession! Now it'd be twice as hard to get the case dropped.
Tony walked down the hall to where Fiona sat. She looked up, hearing him whisper her name. He jerked his head toward the stairwell and she followed him inside.
"It's more complicated now. Lip confessed."
"What the fuck!" Fiona cried out.
"Shhh, keep your voice down. …Plus they may still charge him as an adult."
"I'll kill him with my bare hands," the older sister snarled.
"Don't worry. I may still be able to get them out, but I need some leverage…" Tony's voiced trailed off.
"What do you mean?" Fiona asked.
"Sometimes these old-school detectives will relent if they know that the offenders are gonna get what they deserve at home. If I could promise a little ass kicking, maybe some publicly…." Tony squinted, wondering if Fiona would think he'd overstepped.
"Hell, you can beat them both here and now. Just leave me some for when they get home," she bristled. He smiled and wondered why he'd ever doubted her. She was tough as nails, just one of the reasons he loved her. He felt himself go a bit pink.
"Ok," he nodded. "Well, that gives me something to work with. I'll see what I can do." He gave her a swift hug, leaving the stairwell in search of Detective Bernero.