HER WEAKNESS

It’s hard not to fidget when the detective sitting on the other side of the table is glaring daggers at you. I pull my favourite green Cardigan around me, the deliberately tampered with temperature in the room starting to get to me. “I’ll ask you again Miss Green. Do you know where Ingrid Pierce is?” I shake my head. That’s not enough for him. He wants to hear it out loud. “No.” He slams his fist on the table and before I can tell myself not to jump it’s too late. My heart is pounding in my ears. It was only his fist and yet the sound echoes in my head as sharp as a bullet. Even after all this time I still get scared easily. The door creaks opens, drawing his attention away from me and a female detective comes in with a file in her arms. “I’ll take over from here,” she says. There’s nothing in her voice that makes it seem like an order. She almost sounds sweet and even offers me a smile. The guy leaves begrudgingly, whoever this lady is clearly has more authority then him and he hates it. At least I got some sense of pleasure from his horrid interrogation. As soon as he’s gone she takes his seat. “My name is officer Henley. I’m the good cop. My partner prefers the method of breaking people into a confession of tears.” I smile at her honesty. “I don’t cry as easily as I use to.” I confess. “I imagine Ingrid played a big part in that.” I look up at her. Her eyes light up knowing that she’s finally got me on something. She pulls pictures out of the folder she was carrying and places them in front of me. There of her. She’s stunning even in pictures. Every single picture has me in as well. There’s some where we’re kissing. Some where I’m distracted and Ingrid is just looking at me with love and a little bit of lust in her eyes and then there’s one with me in her arms, crying. I can remember the exact night that happened. How long have these people been watching me? Watching us? “You’re not in trouble Miss Green. In fact I would really love to send you home but first it would really help me if you could tell me how you met Ingrid Pierce and what your relationship is with her.” I know there’s no chance of escape unless I start talking. Unless I tell them about how I fell in love with a mafia Queen and how she fell in love with me.