Making the Break (Beating the Biker 2)

Shot! This was something she definitely should not be near.

“We don’t want to have impound the car, but if you can come with me, and you talk to the detectives, I’m sure we can clear this up quickly.”

Chrissy saw no other option. If she made a fuss they may arrest her anyway, and an arrest was far worse than being asked to make a statement. She had nothing to add, so this shouldn’t take long. “Okay, Officer.”

At the station they placed her in an interview room, which made her nervous. If she was only making a statement, why did they put her there? She stared at the lime green paint on the cement block walls with distaste. But beneath her cool facade her gut clenched with anxiety. She sat for a least an hour as her stomach turned.

The door opened and a familiar-looking man strolled into the room. It took her a couple seconds to remember who he was.

“Ms. Serafini?”

“Yes.”

“I’m Detective Anglotti.”

Saks’ cousin. “I remember you from the hospital.”

“What do you know about Robert Spencer?”

“Who?”

“Hades’ Spawn call him Hawk?”

“Nothing. We barely met.”

“And where were you around six this evening.”

“I was with your cousin.”

“Cousin. Which one. I have two dozen.”

“Saks. Anthony Parks.”

“And what were you doing with Saks, Ms. Serafini?”

“I don’t see how that’s relevant.”

“Really? A man’s been shot and you don’t think it’s relevant?”

Chrissy wasn’t sure what Anglotti’s game was, but his questions were out of line. “Fine. We fucked, then argued. Then I left. Satisfied?”

“No,” said Anglotti. “Stay away from my cousin. You’re not good for his health.” He opened the door to leave.

“Wait!”

“What?”

“What about me?”

“You’re free to go.”

“So, you brought me here for nothing?”

Anglotti shook his head. “Most people are happy to leave this place after questioning.”

This guy had a chip on his shoulder the size of New York. “What the hell’s your problem?”

“You. Fucking with Saks’ head. And his life. Just get out of Westfield and leave him alone.”