Chapter 12: The single interrogation
Back at A.C.P.D., Lola was in her office with her computer, checking the department's database. She was searching on any individuals under the title: Bugs Bunny. She found nothing. No articles, no files, no documented questioning from civilians. Not even one who fits his physical description.
"Weird. You should think that a grey rabbit, with some kind of battle armor should be easy to spot." Lola thought to herself.
After some time, she realized that this was a dead-end. She then began to examine the database itself for the latest visitors. She was still wondering how this Bugs Bunny manage to get in. When she checked the security of the database, she didn't found any signs of hack. This could only mean that he must have direct access.
How can he have access to the police databases?
Then Lola started to check the list over the latest visitors in the buildings computer system. In the beginning of the list, she didn't found anything unusual. But at the end of the list, she found something. A visitor that was set up as Anonymous. She could not find the source. So she began to check what this unknown visitor were looking after in the network. And the data she found, it was all about her. Her biographical and physical description, her background story and all she had done in this city. Apparently, this visitor was very interested in her. Could it be the grey rabbit?
"Detective Lola." Someone behind her said. She turned around and saw a cop opened the door to her office.
"What is it?" She asked.
"The arrested mob you wanted to see have woke up. He's in the interrogation room." The cop answered.
"Thank you." She then said.
Lola's case had turned more confusing than ever, maybe this dog-mob can illuminate some perspectives of it.
When Lola got in the interrogation room, she saw the dog sitting on a chair in front of a table in the middle of the room. The table had an empty chair at the other side. The only light that was in the room came from a lamp at the table, which was enough to Lola, that she could see the dog. His head had a bandage around the head and the right hand. Lola had little rapport in her hand that was about the assault on the docs that happened earlier this night. She dropped the rapport at the table, sat down on the empty chair, and started turn over the pages in the document. When she was done, she started looking at the dog who was starring with a cold look at her. After a little moment of silence, she started talking.
"Do you know why you're here?" She asked. The dog then gave her a little frustrated look.
"Listen lady. I don't know what game you are going to play, but you aren't getting anything from me. I have already been interrogated once tonight, and that wasn't a very nice experience." The dog said looking at his bandaged arm.
This confirmed Lola's suspicion. This mob must have faced the attacker.
"Actually mister. That I what I want you to tell me about." Lola then began. Looking at the page of the document that was about the dog. Then she looked at the dog again and started talking.
"It says here that you got two injuries on the heard. And your hand was squashed and twisted by force. Not so much that you would have passed out by the pain. But still enough to that you could fell it. It sounds like torture to me. The doctors suggest that it was the impact that leaved the mark at your head was the one who knocked you unconscious, like your fellow gang members. Also, my police colleagues says they found you at the other side of the docs. Would you explain to me why?"
"You're wasting your time doll. I don't corporate with cops." The self-assured dog-mob said.
DOLL. Lola HATED when people called her that.
Back at California, when she was still a little girl. The order girls used to tease her because of her pretty look and that she was very popular among the boys. The girls kept calling her doll or dollface.
She had an untamable desire to knock the mob on the ground and beat the crap out of him. But she chose to stay calm and think out a plan to make him talk.
"Just hear me out." She started say, as calmly as she could. "You want to hunt down the one who did this as much as I do. If you help me, I can help to give you the satisfaction of seeing him behind bars. And I now that your boss is probably after your head right now. I can offer you protection and, as a little bonus, make sure the judgement go as easy on you as possible. How does that sound."
The mob looked at Lola with interest of what she said.
"How can I now you're not lying. The cops in this city aren't exactly the most trustworthy one." The mob then asked.
"First of all" Lola began. "I'm not a cop. I'm a detective. And you should now that detectives are far more trustworthy than ordinary cops. It's in the job description."
The dog-mob mulled in some time before he finally started talking.
"All right then. I'll talk."
The dog then told Lola everything he witness under the assault at the docks.
"And you never got a view on the attacker?" Lola then asked after the mob was done with his story.
"No. I only heard his voice and watched his foot. When he squashed my hand."
"Can you give me some details about that? Anything?"
"Well… He had a Brooklyn accent and his foot was pretty big compare to the rest of his leg. Like a rabbit's."
This all added up. The attacker must have been this Bugs Bunny. But why would he be so interested in the unknown seller? Was it personal, or did someone send him?
"All right." Lola said. "The interrogation is over. Thank you for your corporation."
They both leaved the interrogation room. The mob was escorted back to his cell, while Lola was going back to her office. Before she opened the door to her office, she noticed a little moving red light at the wall. It was coming from the window at the other side. First Lola thought it was just some kids making fun outside the station. You see a lot of that in this city. However, the little red light started moving around and was finally aiming at the escorted mobs head. Then Lola realized was it was.
"WATCH OUT!" She yelled. But before the mob could react, a bullet flew through the window and hit him right in the head. The dog-mob landed on the ground. Laying still with blood coming out of the hold on his head.
Lola and all the other cops and detectives in the room started hiding behind something solid and prepared their guns. They were all expecting more gunfire, but nothing happened. After some time, Lola started coming out of her hiding spot, looking through the window and aiming as well. She couldn't see anything. The shooter was gone.
"Damn." She said to herself and started checking the mob who was shoot. He was dead.
Outside the station, a tiny figure at the same height as Sam was lying on a rooftop with a sniper rifle on his back. He looked at the building with thermal glasses, satisfied of what he saw.
"A nice and clan kill. Just as I like it, ah-ah-ah." The low figure said.
Unknown to this sharpshooter, there was also another, even tinier, figure hiding in the shadows who just saw all that happened. The little figure then started to fly away.