"You're just in time," Hogan told the new arrivals. "They're just about to start."
"Thanks for the heads up," said Watson. They'd left the party the moment he'd called them.
"I can't believe she's ready to confess," Charlie said.
"Yeah, I was beginning to worry that this was going to drag on forever," Watson added.
"Did she really just walk in and say she wanted to confess?" Charlie asked Hogan.
"Pretty much," he replied. "At first she wouldn't say what she wanted to confess to, but given that she was asking for two Homicide detectives, I told Miss Nash that unless it was in regards to a murder, then I wasn't going to interrupt their time off."
"And so she told you?"
"Yeah. I stuck her in the interview room, called the Detectives and then called you guys."
"Come on Charlie, I don't want to miss any of this," her cousin said and practically dragged Charlie to the room where they could listen in and watch as the interview unfolded.
"Would you like a lawyer?" Robertson asked Gypsy as they got down to business.
"No, I don't need one."
"Then you give up your right to be legally represented?"
"Yes."
"Didn't Irene say she was covering for Leah, because she had a big date with Robertson or something?" Watson murmured to her cousin.
"Yeah, she did."
"Then I wonder what his idea of a big date is, to be dressed like that."
Charlie had to admit to being surprised that Robertson hadn't bothered to change out of his polo shirt and knee length cargo shorts and into his usual suit, before he'd gotten to the station.
"Now, before we get to your reasons for why we're here, we'd like to ask a few questions first," said Robertson.
"Fine," Gypsy said. "Fire away."
"Bad pun there," Watson said.
"Yeah, especially given why she is in there."
"Earlier today, you were seen entering into an abandoned shop, yet when police officers spoke to you about it, you denied you were there. Why?" asked Robertson.
"I didn't want to be linked to that shop."
"How did you know about the shop in the first place?" he said.
"It was Angelo's idea," she replied. "He knew it was fairly deserted around there and so I'd sometimes meet him at the shop when he was on patrol and wanted a quickie."
"Gee, what a nice romantic spot you'd found for yourselves," Graves sarcastically said.
"It was close to his usual patrol area and it was private, that's all we needed," she said. "We'd put down some blankets, have sex, then he'd go back to work."
Graves glanced at Robertson. Even without words, she knew he was thinking the same as her. "We noticed there were signs on the dusty floor that items had been removed quite recently, yet none of it looked like a blanket could have been laid there," she said to Gypsy.
"There was a small table, we used the blankets and had sex on that," she said.
"Not on the floor?"
"It was too hard and cold, even with the blanket."
"She's lying about her reasons for being at that shop," Charlie murmured.
"Yeah, why would anyone use that place for a secret screw when there are plenty of other places just as private, yet a lot more comfortable," Watson said in reply. "Hell, they could fuck their brains out in the squad car or their own places and no one would have even cared."
"Those sex videos that were found, said they did just that at Angelo's place."
"So why do you think she was really there then?"
"To get up to no good, that much I'm pretty sure of," Charlie said. "I just have no clue as to what that is."
"Those marks in the dust indicate that there was more than just a table there," said Graves. "So what else was in the shop?"
"Just some old boxes."
"And these boxes, what was in them?"
Gypsy shrugged. "No idea, I never looked in them."
"And where are these boxes now?" Robertson spoke up again.
"I don't know, they were already gone when I got there today," she said. "Same with the table."
"Convenient," muttered Charlie.
"A young woman was attacked outside that shop while you were there today," said Graves.
"Really, I wasn't aware of that."
"This man made a grab for Shannon Reid," Robertson informed her. "I'm sure you remember who she is."
"Of course I do, but I haven't seen her at all today."
"Who was the man who grabbed her?" asked Graves.
"I told you, I wasn't aware of any attack," she answered evenly. "I didn't even see anyone else there today."
"So you never saw a man there?"
"No," replied Gypsy.
"There were footprints belonging to a man inside the shop."
"Perhaps this man is the one who cleaned the place out."
"And then he later came back to an empty store?"
"Maybe he left something behind, I don't know."
"We have a witness who puts you there at the same time as a man was there," Graves persisted.
"He may very well have been outside attacking your girlfriend while I was inside at the same time, but obviously, I must have just left before he did, because I didn't see or hear anyone else there."
"What a load of shit," said Watson from the other room.
"From what Graves and Robertson have said, this woman does tend to have an answer for everything," Charlie said.
"Which to me, says she's lying through her teeth," said Watson. "Though I'm sure she sprinkles just enough truth in there so it stands up to some scrutiny."
"Ok, now let's get to the reason as to why you were at the shop today," said Robertson. "It certainly wasn't to meet Angelo."
"I went there to retrieve the gun I had hidden there."
"You had hidden the gun in the shop?" said Graves. For someone confessing to a murder, this woman was being remarkably calm, she noted.
"Yeah."
"Why not just dispose of it?"
"I was scared it would be found if I just threw it away too quickly, so I wanted to wait for a better time before I did."
"Like today?"
"Yeah, like today."
"Where did you get the gun from?" Robertson asked her.
"Angelo," she replied. "He said he'd taken it from a former lover." That surprised both Detectives and the two observers in the other room.
"Did he ever say who this lover was?"
"I think he said her name was Bianca," she said.
"Fuck," muttered Charlie.
"Do you think it's possible she did have the gun?" Watson said to her cousin.
"With Bianca, who knows."
"And Angelo was just carrying this gun around with him?" Robertson asked with enough hint of disbelief.
"No, he'd hidden it in the old a/c vent at the shop after he'd taken it from her," she explained. "That's why I had put it back there once I'd used it, since it seemed like a pretty good hiding place."
"Why not just leave it there then, instead of risking going back to retrieve it?"
"Because I couldn't sleep properly as long as I knew there was a chance it could be discovered," she said. "I mean, what if the shop were to reopen, then the gun would probably be found."
"I call bullshit on that too," Watson said.
"Ditto," said Charlie.
"Did Angelo ever say why he hid the gun there or mention where Bianca had gotten it from?" Robertson asked of her.
"No and I didn't ask him."
Robertson placed an evidence bag on the table. "You had this in your possession when you came in," he said. "Is this the gun you took from the shop?"
"Yes, it is."
"Are you aware of the history of this gun?"
"Not sure what you mean."
"It was used to kill another police officer a couple of years ago. A Const. Jack Holden."
"Never heard of him," Gypsy said. "Look, I didn't interrogate Angelo about the gun, because I didn't give a fuck about it at the time," she told them. "We were just there to have a quick root for Christ's sake, not to ask 20 questions of each other."
"But this is the same gun that you used to shoot Angelo Rosetta dead?" Graves asked her.
"Yes, it's the gun I killed Angelo with."
Ruby walked to into the house from her afternoon out and found the remaining partygoers in the lounge room.
"Where did all the press disappear to?" she asked them.
"What do you mean?" said Joey.
"There's no one out there waiting to pounce on us anymore."
Joey looked to Martha. "They must have caught wind of the new development."
"What new development?" asked Ruby.
"Someone is confessing to Angelo's murder."
"Why confess now?" Graves asked of their suspect. "You could have just left town the moment you had murdered him."
"Leaving straight away would have been too obvious and would only have drawn attention to me."
"Yet here you are drawing attention to yourself, by confessing to his murder."
"Because I couldn't stay silent any longer," sobbed Gypsy. "The guilt is eating away at me."
"Bloody hell, I miss out on everything," Ruby complained as she was filled in on the party and all the goss.
"So, how was the movie with your friends?" Joey asked her sweetly.
"Boring compared to what has been going on here," she muttered.
"You provided us with an alibi for the time of Angelo's murder," Robertson reminded her. "It checked out."
"I paid the bartender to say he saw me at that time."
"We'll need to confirm that," Grave said.
"Why, I'm here confessing to it now."
"We're just covering our bases," she told her.
"Why did you kill Angelo?" Robertson finally asked her.
"I never meant to," Gypsy replied. "I was just so pissed off that night and I wanted to teach him a lesson for the shitty way he'd treated me, so after I left the club, I had the taxi drop me off, then I quickly made my way to the shop, grabbed the gun and went looking for Angelo."
"How did you know to find him in that alleyway?"
"I went back to see if he was still at the Club," she said. "I was just in time to see him heading out to the back with that woman and knowing him, I figured what he was up to, so I left by the front and snuck around to the alleyway and just hung in the shadows while they fucked." Gypsy shook her head in disgust. "He had her against the wall and was hammering away at her like his life depended on his next orgasm."
"Maybe I should have cut off the guy's dick instead of just smacking him in the face," said Watson. "The guy was like a dog in heat."
"He did seem to have trouble keeping it in his pants," Charlie murmured.
"I thought it was just sex between you and Angelo," Graves commented. "Yet your reaction seems, how should I put it? A complete overreaction."
"Sex was all it was meant to be," she murmured. "Then I began to realise my feelings for him were changing. I was falling in love with him, even if I didn't want to admit it until now."
"So your feelings were hurt because he didn't feel the same way, so you grabbed a gun and shot him dead," Graves drawled. "Again, it seems a rather drastic overreaction, to kill a man when you barely knew him beyond the horizontal rumba."
"I told you, I never meant to kill him," she insisted. "But as I was watching them fucking, my anger grew and then when I confronted him afterward, he just laughed and said some nasty things to me, so I pointed the gun at him. He laughed at me and said I didn't have the guts. Honestly, I never set out to kill him, it just went off." She was crying with her face in her hands by now. "I only meant to scare him."
The Detectives were unmoved by her apparent distress. "Are you sure that your killing him had nothing to do with the sex tapes Angelo made?" Graves asked.
"I told you, I'm separated from my husband, so there was no advantage for Angelo to blackmail me," she said through her sniffles. "They were just a bit of fun. That's all it was ever meant to be with Angelo. Great sex and fun and now it's all gone," she cried.
"Oh purlease, my son could put on a better waterworks display than that one," said Watson. "If she killed Angelo, it sure as hell wasn't because of any hurt feelings. I reckon the only thing she ever felt about him, was his hands all over her and his dick in her."
"Yeah, she's not very convincing about her feelings for him," agreed Charlie. "Then again, we're looking at her from a position of mistrust, because we already know she's lied about Angelo before," she said. "However, our view might be a bit different had we known nothing about her before now."
"We still don't really know anything about her, but I get your meaning," Watson said. "If we'd had no idea that she'd pretended she was someone else with Angelo, then the tears might have seemed more real."
"Was there any one else involved in Angelo's death?" asked Robertson.
Gypsy shook her head. "I don't know anyone else here," she said. "It was just me."
"And you're prepared to sign a confession to that fact?"
"Yes. Look, I did this and I'm now prepared to accept the consequences of my actions."
"Are you sure no one else is involved?"
"Why don't you believe me?" she said.
"We just want to make sure that you fully understand what you're confessing to."
"For fucks sake, do you really think I'd be here confessing to a crime that is going to see me locked away from my daughter for a very long time, if I didn't know what I was doing?" she said. "I did this. I killed Angelo, so type up my confession and I'll sign it."
"What did you think of that, Georgie?" Charlie said. "Is it all over or not?"