“God damn it. Do something about this right now!” Kaya slammed her fist on Detective Erickson’s desk. “This man is insane.”
Detective Erickson wiggled her snub nose with a large rubber band holding her frizzy, brown hair in a loose ponytail.
“Kaya.” Antonietta pulled her from the desk.
“He’s a monster!” Kaya yelled at the ivory-skinned Erickson. “What more does he have to do for you to take this seriously?”
“Miss Boro, I suggest you calm down.” Erickson tossed a hard glance. “Your overreacting is getting us nowhere.”
“How would you feel if some psycho plastered naked pictures of you all over the fuckin’ city? This is it! You take care of Seven or I will.”
“Kaya.” Antonietta held her.
“I suggest you pay attention to what you’re saying,” Erickson said. “You’re threatening Mr. Prescott
