A/N : Thanks again to those following this story. I hope you enjoy it. I enjoyed writing it.
Disclaimer : Castle is owned by Marlowe, ABC and the Castle writers room. I just like this universe so much that my imagination comes up with stuff to do with their creations.
Beckett and Castle enter the interrogation room and get their first look at Ferry. They see a white guy in his early thirties, black spiked up hair with obvious designer stubble on his chin and wearing a black leather jacket over a dark blue t-shirt. He's lounging in his chair and on seeing Beckett his eyes light up.
"Ooh, baby! If you ever want a professional to give you some real glamour shots just let me know. You are sizzlin' hot. I'd be sure to give you a 'special rate'," he finishes with a leer.
Beckett slaps the file folder she is carrying on the table between them and sits down. As she takes her seat she pushes the table so that it rams into Ferry's stomach causing him to sit up straight. Castle takes the seat next to her and glares at Ferry, his estimation of Ferry as low as he'd expected after that introduction. Beckett takes a few seconds and just looks at Ferry in the eye with an expression of pure disdain. After a few moments Ferry starts squirming in his seat, uncomfortable with the silence and the stare that Beckett is giving him. He sidles his glance to Castle but only sees a look of anger and equal disdain there. Ferry's discomfort increases as the silence continues and from the looks he's getting from across the table that telegraph the opinion of those opposite.
"So you like taking photos of little girls do you Ferry?" asks Beckett in a clear, measured, not to be F'ed with tone.
"Your mother must be so proud," adds Castle.
"Hey, nobody twisted anybody's arm. She didn't say anything about her age and asked me to take photos for her portfolio. She wants to be a model," responds Ferry with a shrug of his shoulders.
Beckett opens the file in front of her to take a quick read of the top page and counters, "According to Tracy, her name was Tracy by the way, she met you out the front of an audition call for the Jackson agency, one the biggest modelling agencies in Manhattan. She said that you told her that you were a photographer for New York Fashion magazine."
"Yeah, she's a real talent. I know how to pick 'em. With my shots she would light up the mags," replies Ferry trying to justify himself.
"Except New York Fashion don't have you listed as being on staff. The only contact you've ever had with them was as a freelance over two years ago. In fact, according to their head photographer, you were black balled from ever working for them for selling inappropriate pictures from their shoots to the highest bidder," counters Beckett with ever growing contempt in her voice.
Ferry continues to try and put a positive spin on the situation but is failing in the face of the derisive looks from the couple opposite, "Well, I can still do great shots for her. It's not a crime if she got the wrong impression."
"Ah, actually it is. It's called fraudulent misrepresentation," counters Castle.
Beckett stands up, moves around the table to stand over Ferry, invading his personal space, and in a menacing tone, "Face it Ferry, we've got you on taking and owning inappropriate images of a minor. Believe you me guys who take shots of little girls have a very special place in prison."
"I believe it's a standing reservation in the prison infirmary, except you won't be standing" adds Castle.
Sweat starts running down Ferry's brow and he looks side to side desperately. Anything but look into the eyes of Beckett towering over him. When not dealing with young, naive women he's totally out of his class and he's on the defensive here. "Look, you know these girls, they come to the city. They want their big break. It's not my fault that they're not ready for what goes on in this world."
Beckett suddenly moves forward even further and leans down, pushing her face straight into Ferry, causing him to cringe down and away from her.
"I'm so glad you're here to help educate them," hisses Beckett sarcastically. She then pulls away and walks over the wall and leans casually against it. In a much calmer voice she continues, "Then there's Sam Carmody."
"What happened Ferry, he found out about how you help young women new to town and made too much noise so you killed him?" asks Castle.
Thoroughly intimidated Ferry stammers, "Now, Now, Now, I've got nothing to do with that. As I told those other cops. The first and last time I saw that kid was when he turned up at my studio six months ago."
"So where were you last night between 2 and 3 am? And don't tell me you were taking photos at an agency party. You wouldn't be able to get past the door of a big agency party," scoffs Beckett.
"Yeah, no I got all mixed up on that. Last night I was at the Foxy, the strip club on 33rd, right up to dawn. Ask around, I'm a regular."
"We'll be sure to. So why did Carmody get in that fight with you six months ago?" asks Beckett.
"He came banging on my door, yelling about his sister."
"His sister?" asks Castle sharing a look with Beckett.
"Yeah, he was waving one of my special offer flyers," after the quizzical look from Beckett he continues, "Sometimes when I hear of one of the big open auditions I go along and hand out flyers giving a special offer on portfolio shots. It's a great way of getting some bites. That kid had one of them, said he'd found it in his sister's stuff and said that I had to know where she was."
"So he didn't know where his sister was and thought you might?" asked Castle with a nagging thought that he was getting to the heart of this.
"I suppose, I just know that he tried pushing his way into my place and I had some…err…business going on inside," he glances nervously over at Beckett as she gets off the wall at that, "so I pushed back and we got into it."
Castle turns in his chair to look directly at Beckett, "Our victim was looking for his missing sister!"
A/N : The first interrogation scene and I must admit I found them the most difficult to write but it wouldn't be Castle without them.