Embracing His Syn (14 page)

They watched her through the one-way
window. She raised her head and glared at the mirrored glass,
smirking as if she knew they were there.

“
Cocky little thing, ain’t
she?” Syn mumbled.

“
I like her.” Day
grinned.

“
You would,” God huffed.
“Let’s not forget she likes to kill pretty men.”

“
Ahh. Touché.” Day took
the file from God’s hands and handed it over to Syn. Syn nodded to
the officer to unlock the door.

The three of them walked in, faces
impassive. God took up his post in the corner at the suspect’s
back. It was a tactic to make her aware of her vulnerability to
God’s hulking form. Day propped his hip on the corner of the table
and Syn sat across from her. Without a word, Syn removed the crime
scene photos from the file and lined them up in front of her. Four
graphic photos of a man with multiple bruises and a gaping hole in
his chest.

Syn watched for a reaction. Getting
none, he began to speak in a level tone. “I’m Sergeant Sydney, this
is Lieutenant Day, and behind you is Lieutenant Godfrey. You are
Janet Lindstrom; A.K.A. Lady Jay. A.K.A. Black Widow. Leader of a
right wing, lesbian extremist group. Organizer of the–”

“
Feminist group,
dickhead,” she snapped, interrupting him.

Syn looked up slowly, “Excuse
me?”

“
You said ‘lesbian
extremist.’ Our organization is not defined by our
sexuality."

“
Do you like cock or not?”
Syn asked nonchalantly.

“
What does that have to do
with why I’m here?” she asked.

“
I’ll take that has a no.
Is that why you killed Jake Statham, known as Jake Starman …
because he had a dick?”

Syn waited but she didn’t answer.
“Tell us what happened last night Janet. You were seen fleeing the
crime scene. When stopped, you opened fire on us and ran.” Syn
stressed his strongest evidence. “You shot at police officers
before you were caught. Bullets fired from your weapon match the
bullet we removed from Statham’s chest. Tell us what's going on,
and we'll see what we can do for you. Tell us where you got the
laced ecstasy and maybe you’ll be back to leading your crazy broads
before you're old and dried up.”

If looks could kill, Syn would be on
the floor in cardiac arrest. His tactic was working. Lady Jay was
getting very angry.

This was his role; to get her so
pissed off that she’d eventually let some valuable information
slip. Syn had been sure the ‘dried up’ comment would get that fire
started. Except her only response was, “I want my lawyer. Her name
is Jean Goldsfer. So we’re finished with the Q&A,
fellas.”

“
I got a
Q
for your
A
; why are you such
a
B
?” Syn
couldn't hide his irritation as he stared at her.

She scowled at him, “Just get me my
fucking attorney.”

"Honey, it doesn’t matter if your
lawyer has twenty fucking law degrees. There’s no way you're
getting out of here, not without cooperating with us. We’re not
Homicide. We’re Narcotics; all we want are the drugs. If you help
us, we’ll put in a good word for you once Homicide takes over the
case,” Syn added.

“
Ha!” she barked. “You
smug, macho bastards aren’t gonna give me a fair shake, so leave.
I’m not answering your questions without my attorney.”

Syn picked up the pictures
and placed them back in the file. His expression said he didn’t
care one way or the other as he shrugged and flipped through a
couple more pages of the file. “Oh yeah. Lieutenant Godfrey, wasn’t
that Statham’s father and his legal team we saw in the Captain’s
office with the Police Commissioner this morning? I think they were
throwing around terms like death penalty and pre-meditated murder.”
Syn pulled a paper out and turned it around to show the suspect.
“Hmm. It looks like you run a website listing men’s names. The DA
could probably get a jury to believe it’s a hit list. It appears
that you and your extreme lesbo followers have listed a bunch of
male adult entertainers as ‘Porn Stars that Rape.’ Interesting that
Statham’s name was on that list. Sounds like pre-meditated murder
to me. Count your blessings though, Lady J, if this were
Afghanistan
you would be pulled backwards
through the streets by mountain goats with your hands cut off … but
here in the great U.S. of A. all you get is death by lethal
injection.”

Syn watched a terrified expression
cross Lady Jay’s gorgeous face.

“
Oh ... did you think
because you used an alias we wouldn’t find your fucked up, hateful
propaganda? I wonder what my men will find after they finish the
search of your home. What they’ll find on your computer.” Syn
lowered his voice to a mere whisper, “And in the laptop you had
stored under a floor board in your bedroom."

That did the trick. Lady Jay looked
like she was about to be sick or bolt.

Day came in right on cue. His voice
sympathetic and comforting. Good cop. “Janet, we know you were
raped by three male adult entertainers nine years ago. All three of
them walked because their lawyer convinced a jury that as a porn
actor yourself, you’d asked for it. Instead of focusing on the
facts of crime, your character was attacked. We know all three of
those men are now dead, their bodies mutilated beyond recognition.
Their killer was never found.” Day’s hazel eyes looked full of
concern. “You’ve already taken your revenge on your attackers. Why
are you still targeting men?”

“
I’m protecting my girls.
You fuckers sure don’t care to.”

“
Well bless your nurturing
little dick-hating heart,” Syn said condescendingly.

Lady Jay gasped.

“
Sergeant Sydney, show
some control,” Day admonished him. “What girls are you protecting,
Janet?”

“
The girls that helped you
kill Statham last night,” Syn butted in again.

“
I didn’t say that!” she
yelled at him, then turned back to Day. “That bastard keeps putting
words in my mouth. I protect the girls of BTNS,” she stated
proudly, lifting her chin.

“
What the fuck does that
stand for? Bitches. That. Need. Slapping?” Syn quipped.

“
You asshole!” she
snapped, jumping up and leaning over the table to get in Syn’s
face. Syn’s non-reaction had her seething with rage.

God moved fast. He grabbed her
shoulder and slammed her down hard in the chair. “Get up again and
the only deal we’ll give you will involve twenty-five years on
death row before you get a needle full of potassium chloride in
your arm.”

“
Don’t fucking touch me!”
She screeched.

“
Lieutenant Godfrey get
your hands off her immediately,” Day snapped. “As a matter of fact,
I want you out of here, leave!”

God grumbled, "Fuck this shit," and
left the room, slamming the door behind him.

“
Ms. Lindstrom. I
apologize for my colleague,” Day begin.

“
You can’t apologize for
that bully. Just like a man. Thinking he can handle women any way
he wants.” She whipped her head so her long, blonde bangs were no
longer covering her eye. “I want to file a complaint for excessive
use of force.”

“
Absolutely, I agree. I’ll
write that up myself Ms. Lindstrom. Is there anything we can get
you before we continue? A glass of water? A soda perhaps?” Day
asked calmly.

Lady Jay’s shoulders relaxed slightly
as she nodded, “A Diet Coke.”

Day pfftd at her. “Diet-shmiet. What
are you a size six?”

“
Don’t try to patronize me
Detective,” she said around a slight grin.

Syn was flabbergasted that Day
actually got a half-smile out of the woman.

“
Sergeant Sydney will you
be so kind to get Ms. Lindstrom a Coke please?” Day looked down at
her with the most charming smile Syn had ever seen. “The sugar will
help you. I’m sure you didn’t sleep well last night. I want to get
you into the minimum-security wing so you can receive visitors. I’m
sure your girls of BTNS would like to see you.”

Lady Jay nodded as Syn was leaving the
room. Day continued, “I saw that BTNS stands for Better. Together.
Never. Separated.”

“
Damn, he’s good,” Syn
told God after the door closed tightly behind him. God and Day had
an awesome good cop/bad cop routine for interrogations, but when
Syn added his straight-up asshole cop to their dance, it was
downright entertaining. He had to admit that he’d enjoyed it. Syn
told a uniform to get a Diet Coke as he and God watched Day work
his magic through the window.

Syn saw Day unplug the camera on the
wall. Lady Jay’s eyebrows rose in question. Pulling that plug was
just a ploy. The camera in the next room was the one actually
recording.

“
So we can talk
privately,” Day said. “So what does BTNS do?”

“
I teach girls that loving
each other is better. Never separate from each other. Men easily
take advantage of women when they don't stick together to protect
each other. Men will tear down a woman’s self-esteem if she doesn’t
have another woman there to help lift her up. I teach my girls that
they will get the love and care they deserve from a woman, not a
man. All of my girls have experienced some form of abuse at the
hands of a man.” She glared up at Day. “You act like you might be a
nice one. But you’ll have to understand Lieutenant, I still don’t
trust you.”

“
Ms. Lindstrom talk to me,
please. I really want to help you. I don’t want to see you on death
row. Why did you kill Jake Statham?”

“
You seem to have done
your research, Lieutenant. Did you see Jake Starman’s scenes from
Illustra? Did that look consensual to you? The way he handled her,
slammed her around by her hair. Pounded her until she screamed for
him to stop.” She slammed her fist down on the table. “She said
stop, and those assholes just kept on recording like it was
entertaining!”

Syn hoped Day could keep her talking.
He was a profiler. He was great at using people’s passions to get
information. He could easily find their vulnerabilities and use
them to his advantage. Clearly, Lady Jay’s weakness was her girls.
Day had already gotten from her, without her realizing it, that the
other assailant was possibly one of the girls Statham performed
with at Illustra, one with hair long enough to pull, and one that
had used the word ‘stop’ during the scene. Hopefully that part was
on film.

“
Which girl are you
referring to Janet? Starman has over twenty films on Illustra’s
site.” Day moved from the edge of the table to sit down. “Another
girl was at the crime scene with you. Who was it? Why are you going
to take four counts of murder at twenty-five years each on
yourself? Give us her name and the supplier of the ecstasy that you
used to drug Mr. Statham, Rick Diggler, Lance Towers, and Dick
Berry.” Day placed the pictures of the other three victims in front
of her. “You won’t see your girls ever again. Who’s going to
protect them when you go to prison? You'll give them a chance if
you cooperate with us. A deal of ten years sounds a hell of a lot
better than life without the possibility of parole.”

“
You’re not as slick as
you think, Lieutenant. I never said I killed them,” she said
softly, her smile almost sinister.

“
You killed Statham
because he raped one of your BTNS girls and no one did a damn
thing, so you took it upon yourself.”

“
I never said that!” she
yelled, getting even angrier. “You’re trying to force a confession.
I want my lawyer right fucking now! Don’t ask me another
question!”

Syn knew the interrogation was over
and so did Day. He gathered the contents of the file and stood from
his seat. He looked at her, shaking his head sadly. “I tried to
help you.”

Lady Jay slammed her hands on the
table again. “You don’t want to help me! You’re just like all the
rest of them. You thought you were so slick slipping in those other
three names. Fuck you!”

Day turned, heading for the
door.

“
You’re not as smart as
you think you are Lieutenant Day!”

“
Smart enough to like
cock,” Day shot over his shoulder before leaving the
room.

Syn and God doubled over laughing at
Day’s parting shot and he was sure Lady Jay heard them because she
went crazy.

“
Laugh all you want. I
didn’t ask for this lifestyle! I was born this way!” she yelled at
the mirror.

“
Well damn. She brought
out the national gay anthem.” Day chuckled.

“
Yeah. She went there.”
Syn smirked. He turned to the uniformed officer still holding the
Diet Coke and plucked it from his hand, popping the top and taking
a long sip. “That crazy bitch can drink water when she gets
upstairs. Take her back to lock-up. Call her lawyer.” He’d let
Homicide deal with Lady Jay from here on out.

“
The first of Illustra’s
entertainers are upstairs,” Ronowski said as he met them on the
stairs heading back to their office. “Two men and one
woman.”

“
Alright. Let me know what
you come up with,” Syn told him. Ronowski could handle questioning
them. Syn had watched his interrogation tactics, and he was
good.