Twisted Interest (Margot Harris 7)

Cranston finally finished lumbering over to the table. He stepped in Margot’s path.

“What do you want?” Margot asked.

“We need to talk.”

“Then talk.”

“I’d prefer you come with us.”

“Too bad for you, I don’t give a damn about what you prefer.”

“What’s this about?” Radcliff said as he approached the table.

“Sit down, choirboy,” Anderson said, “this doesn’t concern you.”

“Let’s make it easy and just arrest her,” Cranston added.

“Easiest thing would be for her to come down and cooperate,” Anderson said.

“What am I being arrested for?” Margot asked.

“We’ll think of something. I mean, you are here consorting with a known criminal.”

“Come on, Harris,” Cranston said, “come on down and we can clear all this up.”

“Clear what up?”

“The mess with Cassandra Cole you’ve got yourself into.”

“You mean the goth chick with the YouTube channel?”

“The one and the same, Harris, or should I call you ‘Viuda Negra’?”

“Is she still trotting out that nonsense?”

“You tell me.”

“I quit listening a while ago. What exactly did Cassandra do that has you two here bothering me?”

“She’s been getting death threats.”

“I can see how that might happen.”

“Someone took a shot at her.”

“Forty caliber slug was dug out of the wall,” Cranston added, “the same caliber as the gun you’ve got registered.”

“You think I took a shot at Cassandra Cole?”

“That’s what we want to talk about. You coming nicely or…” Anderson said as he took out his handcuffs and let them dangle by his index finger.

“Why does the organized crime taskforce care about someone shooting at a YouTube reporter?” Radcliff asked.

“Well, when one of the suspects is the feared and famed cartel hitwoman Viuda Negra, it sure sounds like organized crime to me,” Anderson said.

“Or you’re just harassing her because she’s talking to me,” Harry replied.

“Either way, she’s coming with us.”