I've insulted her. "Five-three. And what does my height matter? Wondering how I managed to climb over your precious gate?"
The girl has attitude, and that will have to be squashed, along with her freedom. "Keep talking."
Lucy stalks up to me. "You have a blind spot in the back corner of your security system between the fence line and the garden."
We noticed after she managed to expose the issue with our system. The coverage between the two cameras happened to be less than a foot, but somehow, she noticed and tried to take advantage.
But I doubt she's behind it.
"Who told you about the blind spot?"
"No one." The color drains right out of her face. Her ruby cheeks are pale. "I want a lawyer."
"This isn't a police station. You don't have any rights," I reiterate. "You mentioned if you talked, someone would kill you. Who?" I need the name of the person she's working for. Who put her up to this?
"You can't protect me."
"I can if you work with us," I say. "Who sent you?"
She shivers and turns away, refusing to answer.
I stalk closer. I don't like her attitude or that she's not willing to tell me everything I want to know. "This can get a lot harder for you," I whisper into her ear.
Lucy spins around on her heels, staring up at me. "Go ahead and kill me."
Does she not value her life?
Her hands are shaking, and she tucks them as she folds her arms across her chest.
She's working for the mafia or the cartel. I'm certain they're behind this plot, and she's just a toy in their game.
I just have to convince her to trust me, which won't be easy. But I'm up for the challenge, and I've never been more motivated.