captdelgadoβ:
It unnerved her, keeping direct eye contact with him but she dared not to look away. She was positive he already knew that she was intimidated by him and she knew doing so would just provoke him further. Make some stupid comment that sheβd have to combat yet again and she didnβt have time for that tonight. Not with a killer, or killers, on the loose and not much to go on. Even though he was humoring her questions it wasnβt likely that sheβd get much out of him because everyone has the same story. They hadnβt seen anything, no one had been acting out of the ordinary, and the masks had done their job concealing identities.Β βCome on, you know I have to ask these questions.β Frowning because while he might be frustrated recounting the night with nothing to give her, she was just as tired of it too.
Her eyes rolled at his next comment as he all but told her if he had information heβd already have acted on it. Unsurprisingly that was the case with half of the people sheβd taken statements from.Β βOf course not, youβd what? Take the law into your own hands?β Raising a brow at the other as she egged him on. He was starting to piss her off and the worst thing about it is Adriana believed him, every word. Which meant they were not any further than theyβd started and she was wasting her time. Which was what forced her next outburst that sheβd usually just bite down and ignore. βWhatβs unsettling is that youβve admitted that even if you did have something that would help find the killer of your own friend you wouldnβt give up that information to the authorities. That youβd just continue this cycle of thinking the world is your playground and the consequences donβt apply to you.β
βJust as you could predict my answers, making this whole thing kind of pointless.β They were never going to get anywhere with it. She was doing her job sure, but he had nothing to give her. He was as clueless as everybody else was at this point so it wasnβt like he was purposely being unhelpful. Even though he certainly would be if he did have any information.Β βI take it back, I think I should pour you a drink, you really need to take a hit and unwind just a little, it wonβt kill you,β he looked a little amused, pouring a shots worth of whiskey into a clean glass before pushing it her way.Β βI wonβt tell if you donβt,β not that he really expected her to believe him, or take the drink, call it a gesture of.. Well, just a gesture, really.Β
βI didnβt say that. You really shouldnβt try and put words in your witnesses mouths, itβs bad form.β Heβs teasing, that dark smirk making its way back to his lips.Β βAnd whatβs irritating is the constant assumptions and words that keep on tumbling out your mouth. I said I wouldnβt tell you, personally.β Really she had it spot on the first time, he wouldnβt speak to any of them, but he did enjoy taking her words and twisting them around. Let her think maybe, just maybe there was someone on her team he would tell. Likely to be a cop on their payroll, if ever.Β βIβve got a life time worth of damage to prove you wrong. Maybe itβs not me who thinks this is a playground, maybe itβs you who thinks this is as simple as good guys and bad guys.β Knocking back the last of his drink, he couldnβt help but chuckle, devilish eyes not yet having left hers.Β βDo you think Iβm a bad guy, Detective?β Genuinely curious, he gave her the floor to answer.
