He looked so smug, sitting there: arms crossed, self-satisfied smile.
But he was dry. She could melt the one-way mirror out of the way and set the sorcerer alight, with a thought. The wretch would have no defense. But then she'd have to kill the policemen too, and too many people had seen her enter the building, and this nonsense was already messy enough.
The detective walked over, shut off the lights in the interrogation room. He could see her; which means he knew now that even if he got away from the police, he'd never get away from her.
Brilliant. I absolutely love getting to see this same scene from her perspective!
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DeleteOooh, she's nasty :)
ReplyDeleteShe's mad. She and Ronald were sort of an *item* ;-).
DeleteI went back and read the previous entry as well - fun story! Strange and threatening, but fun : )
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