Wolfrom sits on his side of the table across from the suspect in the cramped Interrogation Room.
Neil Molony looks past Wolfrom, rigidly watching Detective Lewis pace. Speaking conversationally, Lewis says, “We’ve known for some time that it was your bicycle, Neil. But now we have witnesses placing you there, too. You could try to lie and say you weren’t there, but we both know that will just make you look bad on the stand when our witnesses refute you. Why not just tell us your side of the story and maybe we can get it all straightened out.”
She sounds reasonable. Helpful.
Surly. “It isn’t a story. I didn’t do anything.”
Lewis softens her tone. “You know what they say, Neil, confession is good for the soul.” She lays her palms flat on the table and meets his eyes.
Neil Molony looks at her.
Her lips are parted, she’s hardly breathing, expectant. This woman is really looking at him. He can’t remember the last time a woman made him the center of attention like this.
An appealing woman.
It’s intoxicating. Softly, she says, “You’ll feel a lot better after.”
Dropping his eyes he decides the suit jacket she wears to conceal her feminine form just makes it more tantalizing. Maybe if he tells her, she’ll…
“No. You won’t,” an imperious voice snaps from the doorway. Lewis whirls to see Colm Molony fill the doorway like a bad dream.
The lawyer levels a glare at the detective. “Do not say another word to these people, Neil.”
Neil nods, mute. If anything he looks more scared.
“Detective Lewis, why was I not informed?”
“Neil waived the right to an attorney. He’s an adult.”
Molony shakes his head. “Neil wouldn’t do that.” He directs his attention to Neil. “Would you, son?”
“I just told them … ” Molony holds up a warning finger and Neil clasps his hand over his mouth.”
“You tell them nothing boy. Not another word.” Molony leads Neil to the door while Lewis folds her arms in frustration. She knows the little bastard was about to spill it all at her feet.
Lewis grips the table tightly, knowing if she gives into her impulse to kick something it won’t end pleasantly. It’s so damn infuriating that a powerful bastard like Molony has enough clout to twist the law to suit himself.
At the door Colm Molony stops, levels a finger at Lewis. “You’re on notice, Detective. No one talks to my nephew without legal counsel.”
