They didn?t know what to do with her.
She didn?t seem crazy. She was calm and coherent. But there were holes in her story.
She couldn?t or wouldn?t say what happened to the body. She couldn?t or wouldn?t say what happened to the murder weapon. She couldn?t explain why there were no reports of a missing man at any precinct that matched the timing she reported. She was confessing to a crime that, as far as they knew, never actually occurred.
But she presented herself to them as if she were checking into a hotel. As if she expected a long stay. So they accommodated her.
They took her phone. They took her clothes. The 6th Precinct had no separate facilities for women, and they didn?t think it was a good idea to put her in with the men. So they sent a messenger for an urgent transport to a more permanent placement. By nightfall she was being processed at Dragon?s Gate Gaol.
She came with nothing, but they knew she was rich. There were signs. Her perfect teeth. Her manicure. The careful way she stood and sat as if she were afraid that touching things would make her dirty. She looked like a good opportunity. For bribes.
They had no trouble placing her. She was human, and as far as they could tell she did not have a power or skill that would pose a threat or otherwise necessitated magical binding or wards. She was a low-security risk.
She arrived with almost no paperwork. All the file said was ?under investigation by Detective Inspector Jowan Teague.? It didn?t matter to them. They had a prisoner. And they had an empty cell.
At the precinct, DI Teague, shuffled Lucy?s file from one part of his desk to the other. It was low priority. He would look into it when he could.
She didn?t seem crazy. She was calm and coherent. But there were holes in her story.
She couldn?t or wouldn?t say what happened to the body. She couldn?t or wouldn?t say what happened to the murder weapon. She couldn?t explain why there were no reports of a missing man at any precinct that matched the timing she reported. She was confessing to a crime that, as far as they knew, never actually occurred.
But she presented herself to them as if she were checking into a hotel. As if she expected a long stay. So they accommodated her.
They took her phone. They took her clothes. The 6th Precinct had no separate facilities for women, and they didn?t think it was a good idea to put her in with the men. So they sent a messenger for an urgent transport to a more permanent placement. By nightfall she was being processed at Dragon?s Gate Gaol.
She came with nothing, but they knew she was rich. There were signs. Her perfect teeth. Her manicure. The careful way she stood and sat as if she were afraid that touching things would make her dirty. She looked like a good opportunity. For bribes.
They had no trouble placing her. She was human, and as far as they could tell she did not have a power or skill that would pose a threat or otherwise necessitated magical binding or wards. She was a low-security risk.
She arrived with almost no paperwork. All the file said was ?under investigation by Detective Inspector Jowan Teague.? It didn?t matter to them. They had a prisoner. And they had an empty cell.
At the precinct, DI Teague, shuffled Lucy?s file from one part of his desk to the other. It was low priority. He would look into it when he could.