Belter—my height. Her eyes were red and she dabbed at them with a handkerchief. In other circumstances she would be pretty.
"Come in, Miss Koffman. Please sit down," I said in my best good-cop manner.
She sat, giving me a forced, trembling smile. She was barely holding herself together. If I pushed her, she'd go over the edge. At times like this it's a judgement call. Sometimes a little nudge brings an easy confession, sometimes it catalyzes uncrackable resolve.
And sometimes you're just adding pressure to a bystander already under emotional overload. Maintien le droit, the ARM motto cuts both ways. Tanya was a prime suspect. I would step softly, but I would find out what I needed to know.
"Look, I know you're upset. I just have a couple of questions for you, and then you can go." I said it gently, coaxing. She nodded in response.
"Were you jealous of Miranda and Jayce?"
She didn't answer; she just shook her head, biting her lip.
"But they did . . . did sleep together?" I couldn't think of a more delicate way to put it."
She nodded. Paydirt.
"That didn't make you jealous?"
She shook her head. "We had a . . . you know . . . all three of us . . ." She collapsed into tears.
I hadn't been expecting that. I sat back, implications running through my brain while Tanya wept. No use questioning her further now, my theory was shot. I needed to reassess.
I sent her out and pulled up the transit logs again and cross-matched all three of them for Miranda's tube station. They'd both been spending nights in her apt. Far from causing a breakup, she'd been the hingepoint of a menage. Tanya and Jayce's transit pattern changed m
"Come in, Miss Koffman. Please sit down," I said in my best good-cop manner.
She sat, giving me a forced, trembling smile. She was barely holding herself together. If I pushed her, she'd go over the edge. At times like this it's a judgement call. Sometimes a little nudge brings an easy confession, sometimes it catalyzes uncrackable resolve.
And sometimes you're just adding pressure to a bystander already under emotional overload. Maintien le droit, the ARM motto cuts both ways. Tanya was a prime suspect. I would step softly, but I would find out what I needed to know.
"Look, I know you're upset. I just have a couple of questions for you, and then you can go." I said it gently, coaxing. She nodded in response.
"Were you jealous of Miranda and Jayce?"
She didn't answer; she just shook her head, biting her lip.
"But they did . . . did sleep together?" I couldn't think of a more delicate way to put it."
She nodded. Paydirt.
"That didn't make you jealous?"
She shook her head. "We had a . . . you know . . . all three of us . . ." She collapsed into tears.
I hadn't been expecting that. I sat back, implications running through my brain while Tanya wept. No use questioning her further now, my theory was shot. I needed to reassess.
I sent her out and pulled up the transit logs again and cross-matched all three of them for Miranda's tube station. They'd both been spending nights in her apt. Far from causing a breakup, she'd been the hingepoint of a menage. Tanya and Jayce's transit pattern changed m