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Peabody pushed open the door.
Face set, eyes still flashing with anger, Eve walked in. “Record on. Dallas, Lieutenant Eve; Peabody, Detective Delia; Reo, Assistant Prosecuting Attorney Cher, entering Interview with Mackie, Willow.”
She reeled off the rest of the data as Peabody set the fizzy on the table. Willow picked it up, held it in her restrained hands, and sipped with a smirk on her face.
“Have you been read your rights, Miss Mackie?”
“Yeah. And sure, I understand them fine. Banged you up pretty good. Too bad your hand got in the way of my knife.”
“Don’t be disrespectful.” Peabody sent her a disapproving scowl. “You’re in deep enough.”
“Could’ve taken you,” Willow shot back. “And you’d be as dead as that idiot who played you in the vid.”
“Back-talking adults isn’t going to help you,” Peabody warned. “You’re in serious trouble, Willow.”
“You busted into my house. I defended myself.”
“We entered your mother’s house duly warranted,” Eve corrected. “And found you in possession of numerous illegal weapons. You utilized those weapons to attack police officers.”
Willow smiled. She might have been an attractive young woman, despite the bruises and scrapes a few passes with the healing wand and some ice packs hadn’t soothed away. But there was ugliness in that smile.
She lifted her middle finger, scratched her cheek with it as she looked at Eve. “Not my weapons. I used them to defend myself.”
“You fired on police officers,” Eve reminded her.
“How the fuck was I supposed to know you were cops?”
“Because we identified ourselves as same.”
“Like that means dick.”
“You saw the vid? The Icove Agenda?”
“Sure. Every time I watch it, I root for you to get blown up in the Icove lab.” Smiling, Willow rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. “Maybe one day.”
“But you didn’t recognize me?”
“Only saw you for a second.”
“That would be the second before you tossed a flash grenade in a bid to escape.”
“Defense.” Willow shrugged again. “Doesn’t matter if I knew or not. I was defending myself and my home. I’ve got a right.”
“Willow, you knew who we were.” Peabody shook her head—the disapproving teacher. “This disrespect isn’t helping. Maybe you were taken by surprise, maybe you acted on impulse, instinct, but—”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“What were you doing with all those weapons?” Eve demanded.
“Keeping them secure.”
“Where did you get them?”
“Not mine, remember? I’m too young to buy or own weapons. Fifteen.” She grinned wide. “Remember?”
Teeth set, Eve shot a hard glance at Reo. “You were in possession of the weapons. You used several of the weapons.”
“I know how to take care of myself.”
