The gruff look of annoyance on the man’s face didn’t fade, nor lessened when she leaned closer. In fact, it might have gradually upgraded into a full blown glare.
Christian had a great respect for the law and the rules and regulations that came with it which was why the blatant disregard for any and all of it committed by criminals was what made him look down on them. And right now, his very abhorrence for their kind was focusing on this one girl.
“Sit. Properly.” He repeated, the words grating against his teeth.
He turned his attention back to the file in his hands to avoid doing less than savory tactics to make her talk and noticing that she was more than willing to spew out whatever details he might be looking for so long as she got to be coy about it.
“It says here you’ve dabbled in a little of everything. Enough to earn you a lifetime sentence.” He looked up. “So what in God’s name could you possibly offer to warrant you government protection?”
His blatant and painfully obvious annoyance at her disregard for him and what he stood for was all too amusing for Rose and it only made her want to push at his buttons even more. Ever since she was a child, Rose had been more than fond of ignoring authority figures and what they told her to do. It wasn’t that she had a problem with them, she just did it because she could.
Her rule breaking had started off as minor things; ignoring her mother and father when they told her not to put her elbows on the table at dinner, ignoring her curfew and not coming home two or three hours later but as she grew older she moved on to bigger and illegal things — like art forgery and even arson.
"Manners don’t cost a thing, y’know?" Rose said, pulling her legs up onto the chair and up against her chest before folding her arms across her knees.
"Only one life sentence?" Rose pouted, feigning a look of disappointment, "I’d have thought my track record would have at least got my a sentence worth two life times and that’s simple, I’m just a small fish in a sea of bigger fish. I can help you catch those other fishes."
The name had been a permanent attachment to every file handed to him in the last few months, always in bold, underlined and highlighted. And yet, she was still as thin and as puzzling as the three page report in her rather bland folder. Not particularly pleased with the lack of information they had on her as he inspected her through the one-sided window, his fingers ended up gripping the folder too tightly, creasing the straight edges in the process.
Who was this girl?
“I’ll remember to do that the next time I see one,” he answered as soon as he was through the door, not even bothering to lift his eyes from the folder he still had open even though his gaze obviously went through the text.
“Sit up straight.”
He dragged the chair roughly against the floor, ensuring the grating metal against tiled floor echoed through out the room before occupying the chair and sitting in front of her.
“State your name and age for the record.”
The corner of her lips curved upwards into a smirk as she leaned forward and as far across the table as her restraints would allow. Rose had made a name for herself when she was younger, among her peers at school for doing the complete opposite of what any authority figure had told her to do.
Apparently that hadn’t changed over the years, Rose was just as disobedient now as she was in high school.
"Rosemarie Caffrey, twenty four years old."
Rose sat, handcuffed to the table, in the interrogation room waiting to meet her interrogator. Time had began to loss all meaning to her, she wasn’t sure how long she’d been waiting in the room, if she had to guess she would have guessed close to half an hour. Unfortunately for her, there was no way of actually finding out because they’d stripped her of all her possessions when she had first arrived.
What did they think she was going to do? Pick the locks of her handcuffs with a watch?
Rose smiled at the thought, unable to help but wonder if even she could pull of that kind of Houdini shit.
"Finally," she groaned, sitting up straight as the door to the interrogation room creaked open, "It’s rude to keep a lady waiting."
WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
"Before I got this tag, I would have said stealing priceless art. But, now I can’t even go for a pee without this thing beeping ten to the dozen, so there’s no hopes of me breaking into vaults anytime soon."