Believe in the facts;

“Thank you, Ava,” he said, making his way for the exit to leave the officer to her work.

“Usually something incriminating is a good place to start. Please, if you’d be so kind as to begin looking into it right away, you would have my thanks.”

Violet glanced up at the woman, she didn’t recognize her. Both a good and a bad thing. “Are you married?”

“Over the weekend, there was some commotion on grounds affiliated with the ‘Black Spades’. I wanted to know if we brought anything in– evidence-wise– and if so, if it was anything worth looking at twice.”

“Like I said, Officer Cobalt, it’s fine. If you posed a threat to my person we would not be having this conversation.”

“It’s fine. Though if you’d holster your weapon, I would appreciate it.”

Violet sat thinking, she had needed to get away from the hotel. It was no surprise that her family was becoming overwhelming once more. Nick was no where to found, Nikki was angry with her for being so harsh, Dante was off doing god knows what, and she was still thinking about James. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she had violated her marriage despite her husband having opened it himself. 

“If I hear someone say ‘fuck the police’ one more time this week? I just might cuff their ass to a bike rack and eat the key.”

“My job, Officer Cobalt.”

I heard a little rumour about you, Ava.

“Look. Doesn’t matter why I need it.“ And when Ava mentioned quitting, Alex narrowed his gaze, not certain at first if she was joking. When he realized she was genuinely serious about trying to wash her hands of all mafia involvement, he took a sip of his coffee, sighed, and reached out to cover her hand in his. “That’s not how it works.” He tightened his grip. “Look–Ava. We’re in this together until one of us is in a body bag. That’s just what you signed up for.“

A side job? Like…working the streets side job, or waitressing in some dingy bar side job? 

They are pretty. Bet they cost you a pretty penny, too, huh? Didn’t realize they were paying police officers so much these days.

Actually, I was just – ooh, are those Jimmy Choo boots? 

“’Course my friend is,” he said, turning on his heel, taking a step forward before pausing. “You know, Aves– I’d watch that perky little mouth of yours. Be a shame to see it in a jar.” With that he continued forward, blood dripping down his arm.

“I never asked you to work with me to begin with. That was all your own fault,” he told her, taking a step closer, enjoying her disgruntled state. “It’s just a scratch. Superficial. If I was meant to bleed out, I’d have done it on the way over.”