Proven Guilty (The Dresden Files 8)

I ignored him to speak to Molly. "How's Rosie?"

She left her cheek on top of Mouse's broad head and said, "Unconscious. She was very upset by the news and the doctors gave her something to help her sleep. They were afraid she would freak out and it would hurt the baby."

"Dresden," Greene snarled.

"Best thing for her right now," I told Molly. "She'll handle it better when she's had some rest."

She nodded and said, "I hope so."

Greene spat a curse and reached for his radio, presumably to summon goons.

Greene was an ass.

Maybe I was going a little hex-happy, but I muttered something under my breath and made a little effort. Sparks shot out of the radio and were followed by curls of smoke. Greene stood there cursing as he tried to get the thing to work. "Dammit, Dresden," he snarled. "Get out before I have you taken downtown."

I kept ignoring him. "Hi there, Rick. How was the wedding?"

"That's it," Greene said.

Rick pursed his lips and then held up a hand toward Greene, a placating gesture. "Everyone survived it," Agent Rick responded, studying me with a steady frown, looking between me and Molly. "Harry, we're working here. You should go."

"Yeah?" I asked. I plopped down into the chair beside Molly and grinned at him. "I'm thinking maybe not. I mean, I'm working, too. I'm a consultant."

"You're obstructing an investigation, Dresden," Greene growled. You're going to lose your jobs with the city. Your investigative license. Hell, I'll even get you stuck in jail for a month or two."

"No you won't."

"Have it your way, tough guy," Greene said, and started for the door.

Molly, maybe taking it for a cue, rose herself.

"Sit down," Greene said, his voice hard. "You aren't finished yet."

She hesitated for a second and then sat.

"Greene, Greene, Greene," I said. "There's something you're missing here."

He paused. Agent Rick watched me steadily.

"See, Miss Carpenter here can go any time she damned well pleases."

"Not until she's answered a few questions," he said.

I made a game-show buzzing sound. "Wrong. This is a free country. She can walk out and there's not a damned thing you can do about it. Unless you want to arrest her." I grinned at him some more. "You didn't arrest her, did you?"

Molly watched the exchange from the corner of her vision, being very still and keeping her face down.

"We're questioning her in relation to an ongoing investigation," Rick said.

"Yeah? One of you guys got the subpoena, then?"

They hadn't, of course. No one spoke.

"See, you're the one out on a limb here, Greene. You've got nothing on the young lady. No court order. You haven't arrested her. So anything she chooses to tell you is entirely voluntary."

Molly blinked up at me. "It is?"

I put a hand to my chest and mimed an expression of shock. "Greene! I can hardly believe this. Did you lie to this young woman to frighten her? To make her think she was under arrest?"

"I didn't lie," Greene snarled.

"You just led her on," I said, nodding. "Sure, sure. Not your fault if she interpreted you wrong. Say, let's go back and check the tape and see where the mistake was." I paused. "You are recording this, aren't you? All on the record and aboveboard?"

Greene looked at me like he wanted to kick my nuts up into my skull. "You've got nothing but speculation. Get out. Or, as lead investigator, I will have you barred from the hotel."

"That a threat?" I asked him.

"Believe it."

I made a show of rubbing at my mouth. "Oh, man. I'm having quite the moral quandary. Because if you do that to me, then hell, maybe the press would find out that you're dismissing professional consultants with a positive track record with the city." I leaned forward and added casualty

"Oh. And they might find out that you are illegally interrogating a juvenile."

Greene stared at me, shock on his face. Even Agent Rick arched an eyebrow. "What?"

"A juvenile," I enunciated, "i.e., one who cannot give you legal consent on her own. I took the liberty of sending for her parents. I'm sure that they and their attorney will have a whole lot of questions for you."

"That's blackmail," Greene said.

"No, it's due process," I replied. "You're the one who tried the end run around the law."

Greene scowled at me and said, "You can talk all you want, but you've got no proof."

My cheeks ached from smiling so much, and I chuckled.

The door, which had never fully closed, opened on cue. Lydia Stern stood there behind it, her press badge around her neck, a mini-tape recorder in her hand, held up so that Greene could clearly see it. "So, Detective," she asked, "could you please explain why as a part of your investigation you are interrogating a juvenile without her parents' consent? Is she a suspect in the crime? Or a witness to any of the events? And what about these rumors of interdepartmental noncooperation slowing down the investigation?"

Greene stared at the reporter. He shot a glance at Agent Rick.

Rick shrugged. "He's got you. You took a chance. It didn't pay off."

Greene spat a word that authority figures oughtn't say in front of juveniles, and then stomped out. Lydia Stern winked at me, then followed on his heels, recorder held out toward him, asking a steady stream of questions whose only reasonable answers would make Greene look like an idiot.

Rick watched him go and shook his head. Then he said to me, "What's your stake in this?"

"The girl is my friend's daughter," I said. "Just looking out for her."

He gave me a slight nod. "I see. Greene's under a lot of pressure. I'm sorry you got treated like that."

"Rick," I said in a patient voice, "I'm not a teenage girl. Please don't try to good-cop me."

His polite, interested expression vanished for a second behind a quick, boyish grin. Then he shrugged and said, "It was worth trying."

I snorted.

"You know he can get the subpoena. It's just a question of running through channels."

I rose. "That's not my problem. I'll leave it to the Carpenters' attorney."

"I see," he said. "You actually are interfering with the investigation. He could probably make it stick."

"Come on, Agent. I'm protecting the rights of a juvenile. The ACLU would eat that raw." I shook my head. "Besides. What you're doing is wrong. Bullying girls. Hell's bells, man, that's low."