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I was finally taken to an interrogation room after the second or third time I accidentally walked into a wall. I understood why they were doing this, but I didn't have to like it. I was working on one hell of a headache by the time I was roughly pushed down into a chair. I was read my Miranda rights again, and I assured them I understood. The officer sat down across from me and leaned forward trying to look sympathetic.

"Look Ms. Hunter, we've got you for this. Detective Morelli heard you break in Ms. Plum's window, and was able to force his way into the bedroom in time for you to pull your gun on him and forcibly remove Ms. Plum from her own home. See, we know you did it. All I want to know is why."

I took as deep a breath as I could manage and continued to stare at the wall over his head. I wasn't going to say a word. I knew this game, I played it for years on the other side of the table. When this tactic didn't work they would move on to trying to make me angry. I started counting bricks in the wall of the interrogation room to keep myself from getting drawn into this little pissing match. I had made it up to 97 when another Detective came in and sat down.

I heard him shuffling papers for a minute before he started to talk to me. "Raven… I can call you Raven can't I?" I didn't respond, I continued to stare at the wall. "Alright Raven, there are a few things I just don't understand. You were a Marine, and then did your time on the force in Miami. How does one go from being a decorated officer to being a kidnapper? Maybe you were dirty, you take payoffs from Manoso to do his dirty work while you had a badge?"

I bit down on the inside of my cheek and closed my eyes. I knew he was trying to get me to break and say something, anything they could use against me. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction. The only response they got from me was a shifting in the chair as I tried to get more comfortable, which was nearly impossible with my hands still cuffed behind my back. I started to let my thoughts wander, but I was quickly drawn back to the present by the sound of hands slamming down on the worn metal table.

"Damn it! We can't help you unless you talk to us. You give us what we want to know, and we'll talk to the D.A. see if we can't get you some kind of deal."

I tore my gaze away from the wall and focused in on the two cops in front of me. "I. want. My. Attorney." I turned my head away from them again. If they were smart they would end this little talk and fast. I heard their chairs being pushed away from the table, and yet I paid them no attention. I just wanted my lawyer to show up. I was in deep shit, and sinking deeper. Morelli didn't have to stage a crime scene, he just had to change his story to fit the evidence. I hoped Steph would be up to clearing this up soon. I just wanted an aspirin and to go to bed, preferably with Bobby, but if he tried to make me talk instead of heading to bed, I might just shoot him.

I don't know how long I sat there, waiting, but it felt like forever. I heard the door open and I looked over to see who might be joining us. I took in a tall man dressed impeccably in a charcoal grey suit and carrying a briefcase. He walked over to the table and placed his briefcase down before taking a seat. "Ms. Hunter, My name is L. Gerald Hamilton. I was retained by a Robert Brown to be your attorney of record in this matter if that will suit?"

I shrugged. "Depends, who's paying your fee?"

He looked down his nose over his glasses as if he could hardly believe that I was asking that question. My firm has a working relationship with Rangeman, and it was my understanding that they would be covering your legal fees."

"Then I guess you're as good as any Lawyer. They tell you anything?"

"Yes Ms. Hunter, they told me that you were in quite a bit of trouble. It is my understanding, that while this may be a misunderstanding, Ms. Plum is not able to speak to police as of yet. She seems far too shaken to be a reliable witness at this point."

"Well that's not the best news I've heard all night."

"Unfortunately, it does not get better. It is my impression that they are going to hold you before filing charges, so it could be up to 72 hours before you see a judge, and I talked to the D.A. When we do go in front of the judge they are asking for remand."

I figured as much, I had just hoped for a different outcome. I didn't really want to sit in jail for the next three days. "Figured."

"Now, this is the part where you tell me what happened so I don't get blindsided in court." He said as he pulled out a legal pad from his brief case.

I raised an eyebrow at this man who obviously wasn't used to dealing with my class of criminal. If I had embezzled a few million, he might like me better, but this was definitely not his comfort zone.

"Would you mind having them take the cuffs off? I'm not going to hurt you I promise." I wondered where the hell the boys had found this particular specimen. He did take pity on me though and walked to the door, asking someone to come in and unlock my cuffs.

It didn't take long before a uniformed officer came in and took the handcuffs off my wrist. I bit down on my lip as the tingling started when the circulation started again. I didn't have much time to recover because Pompous J. Asshole JD was prompting me to explain to him the night's events.

"There isn't much to tell, I was at home with Bobby Brown after eating dinner, and we were getting ready to go to bed when my phone rang."

"Home, work or personal phone?" He asked.

I frowned and tried to remember exactly. "I think it was my work phone, that's why I answered it, but I could be wrong. Have Mr. Manoso pull logs on both phones that will show which one it was."

"Then what happened?"

"I took my personal vehicle and drove to Stephanie's apartment. She said there was someone in her living room trying to get into her bedroom, so I judged it best to use the fire escape and go through the window."

"Did you go by yourself?"

"Yes" Oh hell no I didn't, but I was going to leave Bobby as far out of this situation as possible, it would do no good, and only bring down more trouble. Let Joe think I acted on my own. He could target me leaving everyone else to do their jobs.

"When I was extracting Ms. Plum, someone came through the door and I drew my weapon. He did not identify himself as a police officer, so I assumed he was the threat. I sent Ms. Plum through the window to the car, and followed behind her once I judged her clear of danger."

"So it is your ascertation that you did not know that the man you pulled your gun on was Detective Morelli."

"Correct. I had only met the man once and very briefly, I could not positively identify the man I saw in Ms. Plum's apartment as being Detective Morelli, or anyone else." I said.

"Can you explain why you drew your weapon?"

"Based on the fear in Ms. Plum's voice and on the facial bruising and lacerations I had assumed that anyone coming through that door was a danger to her personal safety. I am willing to apologize to Detective Morelli for any confusion, but I believe that with the information I had at the time I made the correct choice."

He looked at me with some concern on his face. "Now let's talk about those goose eggs on your head. You get them from Stephanie?"

I shook my head a little. "Nope, I fell. It's hard to catch yourself with your arms behind your back."

"Can you prove that?" he asked.

"Check security tape of the lobby at Rangeman. Should have a good view of the arrest."

"You're good you know that?"

"Hmm?"

"I usually have to teach my clients to answer like you."

"I'm just answering truthfully. I've been through this a time or two, but usually on the other end."

"Yes, Mr. Brown did tell me you had been a cop. I suppose I don't have to warn you about what happens to cops in jail do I?"

I shook my head and tried to suppress a shudder. I knew what happened all too well. My partner Jimmy after he went down for the murder of his wife lasted less than 6 months before he was killed, and while the situation wasn't ideal, I knew I could manage 3 days. My lawyer and I said our goodbyes, and he left me to wait to be taken to my holding cell.

Trenton city jail suffered from an over crowding problem, so much so that It was actually a help to me rather than a hindrance, I wouldn't have found a place to sleep no matter how tired I was, this kept me from having to try to keep myself awake. The guard opened the cell door and guided me inside, and then removed my cuffs before closing the door. "Good Luck in there, always a shame to see a cop on the other side of the bars."

I mentally cringed as he announced to the entire block that I was, or had been a cop. I felt the eyes of the other occupants boring into my back. I edged along the wall and found a seat on one of the metal benches in the cell. Looking around me I counted 3 hookers, a couple of drunks and a girl who couldn't have been more than 15 or 16, but had that hard edged look that comes with running with gangs for too long.

I wanted nothing more than to just lay down and close my eyes. The light was causing my head to pound in time with my pulse. Even if there was room to lay down, it probably would have hurt my ribs to lay on something with no padding. I didn't have any broken ones, but I wouldn't rule out cracked ribs at this point.

I found a semi comfortable position propped up against the concrete wall. I watched the hookers joking amongst themselves, they obviously were no strangers to the routine. The drunks were too busy vomiting as they started to sober up to pay much attention to anything that was going on around them. I kept my eyes on the baby banger though. She looked like she might still be looking for a way to be a full fledged member of her gang. I narrowed my eyes as she edged her way in my direction.

She closed the last few feet with a swagger designed to make her look tougher than she was. I actually felt pity for the kid. She was in over her head, my guess is that this is her first arrest and she's actually scared out of her mind.

"You a cop?" She asked with a jerk of her head. I noticed she was keeping her distance, but I didn't let my guard down. Last thing I needed was to get knifed by kid.

"Was"

"Got caught huh?"

I raised an eyebrow. I wasn't going to respond. I have found you can learn a lot by listening. Most people have a psychological need to fill silence.

"Never seen you on the street, most dem dirty cops work my side of town. You musta screwed up good, cuz I never seen no cop get locked up before. Whatcha do anyhow?"

I looked at her and did my best to remove all trace of humanity from my face. "They arrested me for kidnapping. I didn't do anything."

"Huh?" she said and leaned against the wall putting a little more space between us. "You had to done something. No one gets here by being nice."

If it didn't hurt so bad I would have shaken my head. I was sending out all sorts of get lost signals and yet she was still standing there.

"Listen Kid, it's been a long day, and right now, the last thing I need is your insight on the criminal justice system."

"Bitch, you best show some respect." She said taking several steps closer. I didn't want to hurt a kid, not today. Couldn't the universe take some pity on me today of all days?

I raised an eyebrow and rolled up my sleeve to show her the tattoos on my arm. The one highest near my shoulder was a Devil Dog with USMC underneath it and surrounded by the words Semper Fidelis. Around my bicep I had what at first glance looked like barbed wire, but when you looked closer, the strands of wire were actually names and dates of friends and family that were KIA. "I'll show you some respect, when you do something worth respecting. These people died for your right to be an idiot."

That did it, it pissed her off and she charged towards me, luckily it seemed that other than her jump in she hadn't fought much. It didn't take much effort at all on my part to get her up against the wall with my arm at her throat. "I'm going to do you a favor, I'm going to let you go, and you're going to go back to the other side of this room and stay there. You understand me? I'm not fucking around anymore. You leave me alone and I don't spread the word you got taken down by a bitch old enough to be your mama. Got it?"

She nodded, and I let her go with a small push. That didn't go as expected, I wanted to find out more about the dirty cops in this town, but I could always find her later. I had the added benefit of her knowing I'm a crazy bitch. It could be useful later.

I settled back on the bench to wait. Holding cells in jail have to be the most boring things on the planet. There isn't a TV, and you can pretty much forget about anything remotely resembling entertainment, although right now I would do a damn strip tease if I thought it would get me some coffee.

It was somewhere around 5 in the morning, and I hadn't had coffee for 12 hours. I could feel the pain in my head growing with each passing minute. My hands were starting to shake from the withdrawals. I hadn't gone with out massive doses of my favorite drug in a very long time, and now I was paying for it in spades. The funny thing is I could forgive Morelli for having me arrested, it was a great power play, but cutting off my access to the life giving power of coffee was verging on unforgivable.

I could hardly force myself to stand up and shuffle to the door when they told me I had a visitor. I calmly let my self be put through the process of cuffing and was escorted to the visiting area. I couldn't help but smile when I saw Bobby waiting for me.

I slid into the chair and picked up the phone as I watched him do the same thing.

"God Ray! How bad are you hurt?" he asked.

"I'm fine, just some bumps and bruises, apparently I get clumsy when I get into handcuffs."

"Ray, serious now, how are you holding up?"

"I'm still alive, which as you know any day above ground is a good day. I'm running a little low on caffeine, and when I get out of here I need the biggest pot of coffee you can find."

Bobby managed a small smile, but he didn't look like he believed me. Maybe I should have tried harder to keep my hands from shaking when I told him I was ok. I knew I must look like a junkie coming down from a high, and I was, but lucky for me coffee isn't a drug that gets you landed in the medical wing for detoxing.

"You going to make it another few days?"

"Don't have much of a choice? How's Steph holding up?"

"She's mad that you're in here, she's going to try to talk to the police and see if she can get you out of here sooner. Right now she seems to think Morelli couldn't have done this, that it had to be someone else who turned you in."

"It doesn't really matter, I just want this over with."

"I know, did you meet your lawyer last night?" he asked.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh yeah… somehow I got the impression I wasn't his usual type of client."

"Is he any good? We don't use the criminal division often, maybe we should find another firm."

"I don't know if he is any good or not. There hasn't been much he could do really. I'll let you know what I think of him when he gets me out of here."

I looked over my shoulder to see the guard approaching to take me back to my cell. I pressed my fingertips to my lips and then placed them against the glass. "Time to go. I love you." I said.

"I love you too."

There wasn't much left to say, so we hung up the phones and I allowed myself to me led back to my cell.

By the time I got back to my cell, the hookers had been released with the drunks who were finally deemed sober enough to go home, the baby banger was no where to be seen, and instead there was a whole new group of Trenton's criminal element waiting to keep me company for now.