Anna arched her eyebrows and shut the file folder on her desk with emphasis. “Mr. Lane, I’m not sure how you conduct yourself in your line of work, but in mine, I prefer to stay professional. Now, as I was saying, your interrogation is a vital part of this process. Would you like me to be present?”
“No, not really. I’ve dealt with worse from the mafia, you think I can’t handle a couple’a sorry ass cops who can’t keep their heads outta trouble for one minute?” he said, shaking his head. Elias was many things, but a liar… okay, a liar was one of them, but also, he was more than that and he would be honest when people could be used for their help. He folded his hands on the desk, and leaned forward. “Look, doll, you’re cute but you don’t seem to have much going on in the head, usually how I like my men and sometimes my women for that matter but now isn’t the time to be a ditz. Ask me about the night of the murder at least, fuck’s sake.”
"No," Anna countered. "I'd assume you can handle yourself with the detectives, but most people typically prefer to have their lawyer or attorney with them. If you don't, that's fine, but I am required to let you know that should anything in that meeting go south, I won't be able to help you."
She looked down to read through a piece of paper, and her eyes shot up when he touched her desk. Her eyes narrowed as she listened to him, and her lips parted in protest. "I am not a ditz! I'm only trying to be as much help as I'm legally allowed to be. And as part of my typical protocol, I don't like questioning clients until they've been through with the detectives, but do enlighten me as to what your alibi will be."
"Easy. I was sleeping with a client of mine, same hotel the guy got killed in. A Mr. Jackson Wire, if it helps my case. The nuclear physicist? Bad gambling habit, but a nice ass." he explained. "Both of those being benefits for me and my line of work. I'd been talking to him about something big, all nondisclosure agreements aside he's a genius and I wanted to ask him a few questions about… not that it's any of your business. It was a good night, he was the only one who left the hotel room for I think twenty minutes, then we went our separate ways in the morning. Only for me to be arrested right on their doorstep, not a fun experience when you're in a prolonged state of… what's the phrase? Post-nut clarity?" Elias laughed, and leaned back in the chair, kicking his legs up on the desk. "Look, doll, I own twenty casinos across the country. I've made a fortune." he said, tilting crimson tinted sunglasses down to finally look at Anna. "I only hire the best lawyers, something tells me that my expectations are going to be sorely disappointed."
Anna sat and listened intently, taking little notes on a pad of paper by her hand. Surely, if he was telling the truth, she would get the full story again – hopefully with more relevant details for her use – from the transcript that the detective agency would send her.
Her lip curled with slight disgust as she came face-to-face with the soles of his expensive-looking shoes. "Get your feet off of my desk, Mr. Lane." She drew in a sharp breath, his unfortunate stench filling her nose. "And I am not a lawyer, I am an attorney." Fortunately for him, Anna's self-control wouldn't let her say anything more.
Anna sat and listened intently, taking little notes on a pad of paper by her hand. Surely, if he was telling the truth, she would get the full story again – hopefully with more relevant details for her use – from the transcript that the detective agency would send her.
Her lip curled with slight disgust as she came face-to-face with the soles of his expensive-looking shoes. "Get your feet off of my desk, Mr. Lane." She drew in a sharp breath, his unfortunate stench filling her nose. "And I am not a lawyer, I am an attorney." Fortunately for him, Anna's self-control wouldn't let her say anything more.