Alexandra hurried towards the entrance of the Precinct, her black heels clacking against the stone steps. She was already late. Captain Kruger had managed to pull through for her. He was getting her 30 minutes alone with Marcus O'Reily. Marcus had been in holding for almost 6 months, awaiting his trial for 6 counts of brutal murder, his weapons of choice were few -- hands, tyre irons, baseball bats...
The call had only come through at around 8:15 AM and Kruger's window for her deposition would start at 9:00. She barely had time to dress and she skipped her shower. She donned a grey mini skirt suit with a white silk blouse and her customary tight knit fishnets. Her black bra, which was all she could find was silhouetted under her blouse and the matching underwear was nowhere to be found so she rushed on without them.
There was perspiration all over her light coffee brown skin as she reached the reception table. Martha looked up at her and just said coolly, "Kruger's waiting for you in interrogation 4". Alexandra pulled her hanky out of her purse and dabbed the sweat of her forehead as she brushed past the lines of people waiting to be attended to by Martha. She knocked on the locked door leading to Interrogation Room Number 4. Kruger opened the door. "I thought you weren't going to make it."
"I said I would." said Alexandra curtly.
Kruger sat back on his chair overlooking the one-way mirror through which Marcus was seen sitting absolutely still on a steel chair, a table in front of him with a bottle of water and nothing else.
"We've cuffed his hands and his legs, so you've nothing to worry about. Just go in there and convince him as fast as you can. I need to get him back in holding before anyone important notices."
Alexandra quietly removed her briefs from her bag, pulled out a silver pen from her pocket and walked toward the door of the interrogation room as calmly as she could. Kruger pressed the button for the electronic lock and it made a click as Alexandra held down the push bar and entered the room, slowly closing the door behind her. The room was a bluish grey, with a single tube light dimly illuminating the chair and table, the only furniture in the room. A CCTV camera was mounted on the corner of the ceiling and the wall, focused directly on the table.
"Good morning, Marcus."
Marcus barely moved; his eyes fixed at Alexandra as she placed her documents on the table. This was the first time Alexandra was meeting this monster in person. A large man, in his mid-forties, his short, curly hair was red with a few strands of white in the middle of the mess. His face was scarred, no doubt from the daily violence he faced from years working in a mafia type gang.
"I understand that you don't want to talk, but you should listen to what I have to say. You're not the one we're interested in. The police may want to see you locked up for the fucked-up things you've done but for the Public Prosecution, you're small fry."
Marcus' eyes showed a slight twinkle of amusement. <i>What a fine piece of ass,</i> he thought to himself. <i> And a nice pair of tits too. </i> he noted as began to mentally undress her.
"Just give us the names we want. You don't even need to testify in court. Just a signed affidavit. You'll get immunity. We'll make the judges show you leniency. After all, you were just following orders. You never chose this life. You'll serve some time and then we'll get you back into society, In a new state, with a new identity."
Something about this triggered Marcus. His eyes showed a brief flash of rage and he spat on the floor. Marcus thought of what he would do to this little bitch if he got his hands on her. This caused a giant surge of blood to his pants. The thought of violence always did.
Alexandra felt her body tighten as Marcus's eyes glared upon her. She was running out of time and she was running out of options. Her frustration got the better of her as she slammed the palms down on the table, bringing her head down to Marcus' eye level and screamed, "Listen here, you piece of shit! For what you've done, they'll have you shoved somewhere so deep in the system, you'll never see the light of day ever again!" Alexandra tried to compose herself, her body shaking, her breath heavy, staring down Marcus as his eyes glowered back.
She had leaned in so close that Marcus could even smell her now, his eyes slowly moved down her face, past her neck and at the exposed top of her blouse, Alexandra's breasts heaved as she tried to calm down. Marcus was now hard as a rock. One half of him wanted to choke this whore's neck. The other half really wanted to shove his cock so deep down her throat that she wouldn't be able to breathe. Either way, the end would be the same.
"Is this what you want, you son of a bitch?! Bet you haven't seen anything like these in the last 6 months, have you?" Alexandra snarled as she followed Marcus's wandering eyes. There was barely 15 minutes left. She stood up. She had to do something. She walked to the door and signalled Kruger to let her into the monitoring room.
"Where are the keys to his cuffs?" Alexandra asked, getting into the monitoring room.
"What are you going to do?" asked Kruger tensely, apprehension in his voice.
"I need you to leave this room and cut the camera," said Alexandra quietly. "I'm going to get that bastard to sign that affidavit."
