Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Barb’s rant continued for several minutes as the men just stood and listened. The older Anglo, short and very rumpled-looking, with a small mustache, just wore a slightly amused expression which drove Barb to protest further.
“What are you grinning at, you fucking little shit? Are you trying to look like Columbo? Wipe that stupid expression off your face.”
At last Barb had vented her steam and stopped her ravings. She stood staring defiantly at Koh.
The short, rumpled man spoke, “Barbara Ann Moore, I am Detective Inspector W. E. Frost, and I am in charge of this investigation. These are Sergeants Wade and Goh. It appears that you are well-acquainted with Mr. Koh. Please have a seat and we can talk.” He gestured to the chair for Barb as he and the other two sat down across the table.
Barb stood obstinately for a few moments. “What about these damn chains, Inspector Gadget, or whatever your name is. This isn’t fucking fair. I want my lawyer.” The little shit didn’t know what kind of an independent woman he was up against, she thought.
“We can talk when you calm down and be seated,” said Frost in a soothing voice.
The weight of the chains and the awkwardness of her position caused her to sit.
“I want these chains removed immediately.” She whined at Frost.
“I’m sorry, but it is appropriate at this stage of an investigation to have the suspect restrained for the safety of all, including herself.”
Barb was about to object, but halted as she digested the word, “suspect.” She was a suspect! Oh God! Had Rose accused her starting the fight? That wouldn’t be fair. Where was her lawyer?
“What are you grinning at, you fucking little shit? Are you trying to look like Columbo? Wipe that stupid expression off your face.”
At last Barb had vented her steam and stopped her ravings. She stood staring defiantly at Koh.
The short, rumpled man spoke, “Barbara Ann Moore, I am Detective Inspector W. E. Frost, and I am in charge of this investigation. These are Sergeants Wade and Goh. It appears that you are well-acquainted with Mr. Koh. Please have a seat and we can talk.” He gestured to the chair for Barb as he and the other two sat down across the table.
Barb stood obstinately for a few moments. “What about these damn chains, Inspector Gadget, or whatever your name is. This isn’t fucking fair. I want my lawyer.” The little shit didn’t know what kind of an independent woman he was up against, she thought.
“We can talk when you calm down and be seated,” said Frost in a soothing voice.
The weight of the chains and the awkwardness of her position caused her to sit.
“I want these chains removed immediately.” She whined at Frost.
“I’m sorry, but it is appropriate at this stage of an investigation to have the suspect restrained for the safety of all, including herself.”
Barb was about to object, but halted as she digested the word, “suspect.” She was a suspect! Oh God! Had Rose accused her starting the fight? That wouldn’t be fair. Where was her lawyer?
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