Witch Boots on the Ground by Constance Barker

Author:Constance Barker [Barker, Constance]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Constance Barker
Published: 2019-05-24T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

GEMIA WAS EASIER TO find than I’d expected. Henry and a few other detectives had brought her in more than once. They knew her normal routines and hang out spaces. I should have known it would've been simple to pick her up. Too many criminals kept to their routines, their safe spaces. It was always easy to know where they were. Just because it was easy to find her, it doesn’t mean that it would be easy to get her to talk.

“I’m not going to talk.” She crossed her arms leaning back in her seat and chuckled. Gemia looked nothing like a thug. Like a werewolf but a sexy one in her too tight sequined dress. It was her expression of pure disdain that gave her away. “You can ask all you want.”

“It’s in your best interest to talk to us,” I said with a shrug. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. Makes no difference to me. We’ll just go ahead and charge you with murder.” It wasn’t true in the slightest, we had no proof she did it, but I wanted to see her reaction. This time it was Henry and I in the interrogation room. Winnie was great a questioning, but with Barry on the line we thought she might go overboard.

“Murder?” She looked up surprised. “Who am I supposed to have murdered?”

“Horace Bugglebee,” Henry said as he slapped the gruesome photos of his corpse in front of Gemia. She didn’t flinch, or shy away from them. If anything, she looked intrigued and interested by the gore she could see. I might even say she looked proud, if I thought she was guilty. “Sound familiar to you?”

“No,” she said looking away from the pictures. Her expression had given her away though. “Never heard the name, and I can’t possibly know who he was based on that pile of mess in those pictures.”

“Does this help?” I asked sliding an identifiable picture of Horace over to her. She picked it up and laughed. Gemia threw the image back across the table.

“No, it doesn’t.” She was pleased with herself. Whether she had done it or not. This entire thing was amusing to her.

“Then why do we have intel that you were sent after Mr. Bugglebee to shake him down?” Henry took the picture and put it back into the folder. “He got a little behind in payments, owed a lot. Did he refuse to pay when you beat him for the money? Did you get a little too mad? Temper got the best of you and you killed him.”

“I didn’t kill him, okay?” She was getting a little rattled. It didn’t take long in my experience. Hired muscle had allegiance to themselves and not much else. She’d flip if we could convince her it was in her best interest. If she knew anything it would be. Had she been hired, then we might even be able to take down the fairy mafia.

“But you did rough him up?” I asked. “The boss gave you an order and you obeyed.

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