March 17, 1994. The squeaking of the door as it was opened filled the dead interrogation room, Dan walked in fixing himself, his footsteps stern and harsh as his shoes met the cold concrete floor of the room. "Hello again Ms. Louise, Franchesca" Dan said as he sat down at the opposite side of the cold hard still table, as one light shines above both of them. Tension filled the air like water in a bottle.
Chess looked up at Dan, her eyes telling him 'what now? Mr. Detective'. A small smirk of amusement showed on Dan's face. He didn't know why he found her amusing or what drew him to her. All he knew was she was his lead. "Thirsty Ms. Louise?" pushing a cup of water to her end of the table. Chess smiled at him like a rose in a garden "I'm alright detective" Chess said as he gazed on the cup and back at him.
"I want to ask you if you know what this is" placing a bullet on the table, his gaze still on Chess. Chess tilted her head, crossing her arms, she answered "a bullet".
"Could you be more specific?"
"... A 45-caliber bullet"
"Does Mr. Vanci own a gun, Ms. Louise?"
"I don't know"
"Look Ms. Louise, I'm trying to catch a suspect here, could you comply with me?"
"I am compliant, detective I'm here aren't I?"
Dan nods his head, closing his eyes in a second and looking back at her "then could you tell what you talk about to Mr. Vanci?" Leaning back at his chair Dan waited for an answer, never breaking his gaze from her.
"I asked him if he was alright" chess answered in a mild tone of voice. Sighing, Dan leaned in close to Chess, their faces inches away from each other, his gaze like a flame to her and hers like a cold ice to his. "The more you protect him, the more you lose, Ms. Louise" Dan said in an ice cold tone, a clear dominance in voice. Chess smiled at him like a rose with its thorns. "Is that all Mr. detective?" Chess spoke calmly, no defiance in her voice, just calmness.
Dan backed away from her leaning back at his chair "no, Ms. Lousie" Dan said to her as he fixed himself "Could you tell Mr. Vanci to surrender to us and not make this into a chase" as he looked back at her. Chess said nothing as she left the interrogation room, the clacking of her heels echoed in the inside as she opened the door "A cat gotta hunt, detective" she said in the same mild tone of hers. Closing the door behind her.
Dan exited the room, scratching his head, sighing "that's one tough woman" he murmured to himself. "Intense" Peter tauntingly said with a grin on his face, Dan rolled his eyes at Peter clearly unamused by his taunticks. "She's not easy to crack, huh" placing his hand in his pocket "she lied" Peter added "On what?" Dan said, raising an eyebrow "what he talked about to Viktor" Peter answered him "she didn't ask if he was okay, she asked what was going on" he added.
"How do you know that?"
"Think about it, your friend suddenly got into a big mess and you wouldn't want to know what it is"
"How could you not know that maybe she warned him"
"Not possibility, she wear her police neatly, no creases, name plate nice and shiny, clearly someone who values her cop role"
"How would you not know she may just want to protect her friend?"
"She wouldn't, she's not the type that emotions can cloud judgement"
"How?"
"Her deminner, cold, calm, distant"
"Sociopath?"
"Maybe"
Dan stares at Peter a smirk runs down his lips, her words like an echo in his head- A cat gotta hunt- "let's hunt" he muttered in pure amusement.