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I can just picture her curled up in her office chair with a little blanket. That must be a cute sight to witness. I'll have to sneak down here after we finish lifting the hopeful prints off the money.
She's pulling out materials to do the fingerprints and then demonstrates to me how to do one. She's dusting a little bit of dust on the first bill, and then she shows me what to do with the gel lifter. How to place it without leaving any smudges from the gloves we'll have on. We set out on our task; this is going to be a pain in my ass. But I don't mind because I get to spend time with her.
After dusting about ten different bills and finding nothing, my wrist started to hurt. How is she going to finish eight hundred bills? I look over, and holy shit, she's got about fifty of the bills discarded in a pile and three gel lifters already laid out. Is she some speedster that I don't know about?
"How did you finish that much?"
"I'm used to it by now. When I started, I looked like you. Slow like a snail." She smirks at her own little joke.
"At least I'm not the size of a snail."
She looks up and pouts, "You better start producing better outcomes, or your apprenticeship is going to come to an end."
"Well, I wouldn't want that. I'll get right back to it." She's so bossy for no reason. It might be her working for hours on end, but I love it.
I get back to dusting these bills, and soon, we are flying through them like nothing. Altogether, we have only six gel lifters laid out on one of Daph's tables. There are about two hundred bills underneath the table. Laying under there like that's not 20k.
Nisa already called, and I have to go up soon to interview the girl. Lila Parker. Seems like it will be a walk in the park.
***
I'm standing outside of the interrogation room, finally getting the call from Nisa that they picked her up. I have no idea what way I'm going to go with this. Should I be more strict with her, or should I be the sympathetic kind?
I'll probably decide when I meet her and talk to her for the
first time. I have the folder of pictures of Rory and of the money. Nisa said to see if she had any reaction to knowing we found the money. I can do that.
I walk into the room to find a redheaded girl who looks like she's twelve, picking her nails and bouncing her leg. Oh boy, this is going to be fun.
She looks up, "My daddy has a costly lawyer." She smacks her gum. Yep, a lot of fun.
"Good thing you won't need a lawyer if you answer a few questions for me."
She looks me up and down and says, "Only cause you're nice to look at." I just love being harassed at work.
"Okay, let's get this thing over." I grab the chair out from underneath the table and sit down. "Do you remember the other night when you were at the bar, Blaires?"
"Yeah, what about it?" She has a blank look on her face. I'm not really scared, just interested.
"Well, there was a man there that ended up dead the next morning. You wouldn't have anything to do with that, would you?"
"No, I had nothing to do with that. Who was the guy?" Did her eyes just sparkle, or was it just the lights?
I pulled out the picture of him that we had on file. "His name was Rory; he was on the dance floor all night. Do you recognize him?"
She merely looks at it, "I think I might've seen him. I was pretty messed up that night, so I can't be sure."
I pull out the following picture, her looking at Rory with an anger that evidently couldn't be held in. "You sure do look like you know him."
"You have it all wrong, dude. I was looking at the girl dancing with him. That is Veronica. She's a total bitch, and I hate her. But we are in the same friend group, so we all made a bet that whoever dances with the most guys wins a hundred dollars. She was winning when she stole that guy after he got sucker punched by someone."
Well, I'm never going to live that one down. Why do people always remind me of my bad qualities? This is basically going nowhere.
"Can you just tell me where you went after that night so we can clear you and let you leave?"
"Sure, we went to our other friend's house, Clara, and passed out. Do you need her number?"
"Yes, just write it down here, and I'll be back to make the call." I handed her my notebook and a pen.
