Chapter 3

Kaitlyn’s POV

I wake up to the sound of the alarm from my phone. I reach for my phone and look at the time, 7:30am.

I get up quickly as I read the time again, making sure I read it right. Unfortunately I did read it right, which means I’m running late.

My boss wasn’t really the type to get mad over punctuation. She never cared what time I arrived as long as I got things done. However, today I can’t bear to be late since I have an important meeting over a huge case.

I got out of bed and quickly got ready, taking a quick shower before putting on some clothes. I got a banana out of the kitchen and rushed out of my apartment. It took me about 30 minutes to get to the station. It’s currently 7:45, the meeting’s at 8. Which means I’m fucked.

“Has the meeting started yet?” I say as I put the rest of my things on my desk. I arrived at 8:10, no one was in the conference room yet so I think I’m alright.

“The meeting got canceled, there’s something way more interesting in the interrogation room” My coworker Anna says as she slides over a cup of coffee on my table.

“Oh I’m sorry, I don’t drink coffee.” I say politely as I slide the cup back to her.

I actually do drink coffee, I just like it in a specific way. Plus Anna’s been trying to make a move on me for the past month and I am far from interested. Ever since she started out two years ago she’s been way too friendly. She needs to back off.

“Oh alright no worries.” She has a smile on her face as she takes the cup of coffee and takes a sip. “So, me and a few other people were gonna head to this new club-“

“What did you say was in the interrogation room?” I interrupted her because god knows where that sentence is going. I have no interest in going out and partying, especially not with her or my coworkers.

She was about to say something but Quinn quickly interrupted. “Prescott, interrogation room now.” She commanded and I quickly followed behind.

We don’t go straight to the interrogation room yet, but behind the mirror where we can see everything that’s happening. Not much is happening in there now, but who’s in it is definitely far more interesting than the meeting we were gonna have.

Mia Laurent.

This wouldn’t be her first time being here, she’s been here a lot. That bored look on her face says she wants to get this shit over with. She’s been caught a lot, but always got away. Her father always finds a way to get her free, whether it was paying someone off or getting someone else to confess for her crimes, she always got away.

She was sitting down, handcuffed to the table. She was wearing a casual fit, a white top with a black jacket over. The laid-back outfit was a big change from her usual business attire, which practically screamed power. I wonder what she’s done this time.

“She was caught in a bar fight, no guns this time.” My boss, Quinn, explained as she crossed her arms. I look at Mia’s fists, one of them was bloody while the other was completely fine. This wasn’t the worst thing she’s done, but it was still a possible reason to put her in prison. She had been arrested for assault countless times, but of course always got away.

“How’s the other guy?” I look over the report and see the profile of two men.

“The two men involved are in the hospital, both are in surgery right now but the doctor said they’ll be alright.”

She put two men in a hospital with only her fists. Clearly she has a motive, she wouldn’t just do that for fun… right?

“So, how are we gonna do this?” I ask as I look at Quinn. She looks at me with her brows furrowed as if what I had just said was so absurd.

“We? This is all you, Prescott.”

“What? Wh-“

“You’re the only person she’ll talk to. I’ve been trying to get her to talk since 6am.”

I let out a long breath. I can’t argue with that, she’s right. I have no clue why I’m the only one she’s willing to talk to. Me of all people.

I’ve thought about it a lot, maybe it’s because I approach her less aggressively than the others do. When I interrogate people I treat it like a conversation, unless they really don’t wanna talk then I get aggressive. But I doubt it’s that, she clearly doesn’t give a fuck how other people talk to her. Maybe she knows how much she pisses me off which is why she always chooses me.

She did look a bit familiar the first time I saw her. The first time I saw her was the first time I arrested her. I should’ve known back then it would be the first of many arrests I’ll make with her. She was a suspect for a kidnapping and of course she got away with it even if my gut told me it was her. I remember the way she looked at me when I was questioning her, like she recognized me. But it’s impossible. How could I have possibly known her?

I push these thoughts away and try to focus. I’m so sick of interrogating this woman.

I enter the interrogation room and I see the visible change in her facial expression. I take a seat in front of her and I’m the first to break the silence.

“Another bar fight, huh?” I lean in, hands on the table holding each other.

“Bar fight? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She shrugs, a smirk growing on her face.

I hum in response, mostly because I’m trying to contain myself from punching that smirk off her face. It’s the same cycle every time. Deny, deny, deny.

“What happened to your fist then?” I ask as I point to her clearly bloody fist.

“Oh this? I punched a hole through my wall last night, no need to worry.” Her smirk grows further, making my patience waver even more.

Can’t forget that dumb sarcastic remark all the time. Every time I interrogate her she never takes it seriously, she always gives me half assed responses like she’s just doing this to mess with me. And of course, not a single hint of worry on her face. She knows she’ll get out of this one, but I’m not giving up so soon.

I let out a long breath as I try my best not to lose it. “Look, I just need to know what happened. Nothing is gonna happen, this is all for the sake of a report.”

“Well officer, I can’t help you there. I told you, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She squints her eyes and leans forward, her smirk still very present on her face.

Fine. If she doesn’t wanna answer my questions, I’ll go along with her “alibi”. Besides, I’m sure her father will do something about it pretty soon. She never gets the consequences of her actions.

“So where were you last night then?” I ask calmly, not letting her know how much I’m fuming inside. It’s unfair how no one ever catches her for her crimes, and how more and more people suffer everyday because of it.

“I was home, I was having a rough night as you can see.” She gestures towards her hands

“Why exactly did you punch your wall?” I went along with her bullshit story as I leaned back on my chair and crossed my arms. Although, I think we both knew I wasn’t talking about her alibi anymore. Suddenly, there was a strange tension between us.

“Let’s just say I don’t do things for no reason.” She says in a more serious tone, clenching her jaw as if the topic infuriated her.

“What exactly was the reason then, Mia?”

There was a moment of silence, as if she was thinking of her next words. Her facial expression had turned serious now, no smirk anymore, more of pure anger and hatred now. “Love.” One simple word left her lips. 4 letters, one word, yet it held so much power to it.

“Love.” I repeated in a low tone. “So did these men hurt someone you love?”

She stayed silent, staring into my eyes. I look back at her, staring into her eyes as well. Her hazel eyes which were stripped of their warmth, not that there was any warmth in them to begin with.

“Was it a sibling? A family member? A relative?” I ask but she gave me no answer. Not even her expression as it stayed that same neutral way.

I take a deep breath as I look away momentarily. This girl is seriously making me consider murder.

I looked back at her as I bit the inside of my cheek. “Boyfriend then?” I say as I narrow my eyes slightly at her. If it’s not someone related to her, it must be some sort of relationship right?

Her smirk grew as her eyebrows raised for a moment. Boyfriend it is.

“What did they do to him?” I ask as I lean forward, more intrigued now.

“You seriously think I would date a man? Have you seen me?” She says with a laugh. Fair enough. I don’t think any man or anyone for that matter could handle someone like her.

“So a girlfriend then?” I tilt my head slightly and furrow my brows.

“Listen Prescott, let’s be real here I won’t be giving you any answers that would be useful for you.” She says almost immediately.

“I’m not looking for answers, we’re just talking.” I say in a calm tone. She was right, she was too smart to accidentally slip up and admit she’s guilty.

She stayed silent as she let out a breath. She then gave me a smile, not exactly a genuine one but a mocking one. “Are you trying to find out if I’m single or not, Prescott?” Her tone was flirty as her accent slips out just a bit.

I narrow my eyes at her, because what the fuck do I even say to that? This woman either gives me the most bullshit answers or flirts. Is this how she handled other officers? Because if so I now understand why she always gets away. The men in our station are exceptionally weak when it comes to women. And especially women like her. I may hate Mia Laurent but I can never deny how beautiful she is, there isn’t a single feature on her face that doesn’t suit her. Everything about her is perfect, on the outside I mean.

Before I could say something, Quinn barged in with an annoyed expression. “Let her go, Prescott, someone else has confessed.” She says, visibly furious about this whole situation. She gives Mia a glare that could put holes on her head. She got away once again.

I got up from my chair, approaching my boss. “You know she did it.”

“I do, but we can’t keep her here till we have evidence to prove otherwise.” Quinn says, reminding me of the sad reality of all this. I look back at Mia who now had that smirk on her face again.

She raised her brows at me, signaling over to the handcuffs she had on the table. I let out a long long breath before going to her and unlocking it for her. I felt her eyes on me the whole time, as if mocking me.

“This isn’t over.” I muttered under my breath, loud enough so she could hear.

“When is it ever?” She has that stupid smug smirk on her face as she gets up. She always does this, it’s like a routine at this point.

Mia gets caught. We, rather I interrogate her, all of a sudden someone comes in and confesses or the arresting officer suddenly says they’ve “made a mistake” and says she’s innocent.

I’m so tired of this, of her.

She gets out of the interrogation room and heads towards the front desk for her to be officially released. Her father was there, waiting for her. She looks back at me one last time with that stupid smirk on her face before following her father out.

Her father was Pierre Laurent, he was the leader of one of the biggest mafia organizations in the state. That’s probably why he doesn’t give a shit about the illegal stuff his daughter is up to. In fact he’s probably the one influencing her to do it. How many generations will be influenced by this cruel behavior?

I must have been making a face since Quinn put a hand on my shoulder and said “Don’t let it get to you, Kaitlyn. It isn’t worth it truly.”

She’s right, it isn’t worth it. But I was still upset at the fact she’s never been caught, at least not for a good reason. She’s already had charges for assault and battery before but that’s pretty much it. This woman deserved to be in prison.

“We’ll put her behind bars soon, don’t worry.” She says in a confident tone.

“Right, and how exactly do you propose we do that?” I say sarcastically, but seriously how can we catch someone who’s basically protected by the entire mafia?

Quinn headed toward her office before saying “Conference room tomorrow morning. Meeting got moved, don’t be late.”