Black coffee poured into my cup, the rich smell reinvigorating me. After an hour of questioning that girl about her history all I've gotten is a fake name, a fake history, and possibly a entirely fake personality. I put the rim to my lip and took a good swig of the liquid.
Nothing like a good cup of black joe to cool the nerves.
Until you see the viper you never wanted to see again in your life. Her red lips curled into a brief smile. "Detective Wallace."
I gave a brief nod, "Agent Don."
"As you well know, I am with the FBI and this case has officially been moved up the chain," she held her hand out and I placed the file in her hand unwillingly. She smiled her condescending smile and pushed her short brown bangs from her eyes. Her gray eyes intently read over the file.
"You got here pretty quickly," I noted.
"Well, this is an important case," she said dismissively. I clenched my teeth in a form of self control and followed her to the interrogation room. She gestured at me to stay and so I watched the interview.
With every question the poor girl got more and more agitated. Finally she blew.
"STOP IT"
The scream was bloodcurdling. My entire body clenched in surprise. Don just waited it out coldly. When the poor girl's head was lying in the metal table, her sobs tearing through the air Don tapped the table impatiently. "Tell me what happened."
"No."
"Why?"
"I want Mr. Wallace."
"You have me now."
AGENT Midori Hinamori
Again, she is sitting in front of me. Did she kill again?
"You have me now Amu," I held my hands in front of me and looked at her with exasperation. "Why were you there?"
"Because I was," she kept her face hidden from me as usual.
"Why are you with that boy again?" I asked, trying my best to be patient.
"Because he's my friend," she said quietly. I removed my glasses from my nose with a sigh.
"He's an asshole that's using you to kill people," I said unhappily. She is a disgrace to our family name, and I need to get her institutionalized, she is a danger to society. I need to do it quietly so my name isn't tarnished. If I have that dark spot, then I won't be able to keep up with my job. And that just won't do.
"I refuse to talk to you Mother," she said and rage flared up inside of me. What an insolent child!
"Why you-"
"I know the rules. If a case is personal to an agent in your line of work then the agent is not allowed to work the case," her voice quavered, whether with rage or with fear I can't tell. Her mind is too broken for that, after all she killed her father.