Shay hadn't expected a hug. She was a problem and problems shouldn't be hugged, they should be ushered away and hidden in the dark. She barely had time to return the embrace before Angelo was doing just that, pushing her off somewhere. An interrogation room? Go figure. She was quiet as Angelo spoke, looking down at the table, taking in the room. These rooms had two-way mirrors, right? That's what Law & Order had taught her.
Angelo made the idea sound so sane; a real solution to the problem. He was working off the assumption that Shay was more important to Klaus than his image and Shay, well, Shay wasn't sure that was accurate. The logical side of the argument rung true to the girl. If the police dealt with it, Klaus and Vito wouldn't have to dirty their hands, but it would still be a black mark. Criminals didn't get the police to fight their battles; it lost them respect. Criminal families were supposed to fight their own battles. No matter what Shay did now, she was already a rat.
Shay gripped her thighs, if not for her gloves she would have been clawing into them. Shay hadn't gotten it before, why Angelo was so wary to be around her, but she did now. There was no way they could ever be friends or friendly to one and other without breaking rules.
"How does this work? Do I just repeat what I already told you? Or do I have to answer questions?" She glanced at the door. "Will your partner know where to find us?
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She was so obviously anxious, but she was too damn old for him to go and get one of those teddy bears they gave to the really young kids. If he pulled one out she was liable to clam right up, and that was the absolute last thing he wanted.Even if he'd been a cop for years, Angelo felt in way over his head. He could handle a dead body, he could handle a robbery, but this? This was so far out of his area of expertise.
"It works the way you want it to work. If you want me to go get Tybalt, I will. If you want it just to be the two of us, I will. If you want me to bring in someone else, I can do that too." Whatever she wanted was what she was going to get, because keeping her comfortable was going to be step number one when taking a statement from a child.
"And then we'll go from the start, no matter what you choose."
"Okay," Shay said in a small voice. "I guess, maybe get your partner back in here." She didn't want to explain things twice, and she didn't want Angelo explaining them to Tybalt and possibly mixing up some details. She needed to be efficient here. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it right.
Shay assumed Angelo would get up to do it himself if so she took the chance to look around the room and get a feel for everything. She thought over how she'd say everything and if there was anything she ought to leave out. No. Nothing. Vito and Klaus had nothing (not really) to do with this, so they weren't on the line here. Not from the police.
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The room was normal enough--not an interrogation room, but a questioning room. No one way mirror either, although there was an obvious camera and mic set up in the corner to film the room as needed.He nodded once, hoping that Tybalt would have a better grasp than he would, and stood up.
"I'll be back in a minute, alright? I'll get you some water." And a snack, maybe. Something from the vending machine.
Ducking out of the room he pitstopped with the secretary to mark the room he'd claimed as in use, heading straight for Tybalts desk and stopping only once he was in front of it.
"You can lecture me later, but she wants you in there for a victim statement. She was kidnapped, and she's willing to talk about it." Or probably not him directly--conflict of interest, since he knew her. But he'd be involved just the same, because he was the one she'd come to.
Be a cop, they said. It'd be fun, they said. I should've opened a flower shop.
Tybalt didn't usually go out for smoke breaks; he did it to pass some time and for something to do during the beginning and end of the day. He wasn't addicted - for some reason his body didn't function that way - but he was a creature of habit that didn't like spending time idle. Unfortunately, today was one of those days that he felt like he absolutely needed a smoke break.
Man arrested for everything. He could see it now. As soon as he searched both the names involved, he was instantly barraged with pages and pages of incident reports, files, papers... You name it, he had something that touched up on either Vincent or the Rosales gang.
No wonder the girl didn't want to talk to him. He could say she was smart in that regard... But Angelo. Oh dear, Angelo had some explaining to do.
He didn't have time to step out, though, because his partner soon made an appearance at his desk. Tybalt wore the exhausted expression of someone who'd already heard enough before a word was even spoken. He didn't look angry, but... apathetic. In his opinion, that was a sin even worse than anger, but he'd touch up on that later.
He was expecting an apology. Perhaps an offer to make it up to him and an explanation. Definitely not the words 'kidnapped' and 'victim statement' in in the same few sentences.
Well, work before personal life. Tybalt immediately stood, a checklist in mind. For a second, it honestly did seem that his irritation towards Angelo and the situation as a whole had disappeared, the idea of a flower shop stowed in the back of his mind for later.
"Lead the way."
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Tybalt was a blessing as far as he was concerned, because he made absolutely no attempt to argue.Angelo was going to have to buy him dinner for that eventually.
Gesturing back towards the room he'd left Shay in, he cut through the station, slightly anxious she'd be gone when he got back. She wasn't though--still there, still waiting.
Thankfully.
"So, ideally we'll turn on the camera so there's a recording. It's better than having to go by memory--but we can not, if you'd really prefer. It's just.. well, it's a lot easier." He said, grabbing his seat again.
"That's fine," Shay said, eyeing the camera. She waited for it to be turned on and Tybalt and Angelo to get comfortable before she began. Shay twirled a strand of hair around her index finger.
"Okay. Well, um, I was at the carnival around noon last Friday. That was when Vincenzo Fontana grabbed me. He chloroformed me, and when I woke up, I was in his basement." God, wasn't this awkward? What else was she supposed to say? Did she have to give all the details?
Gnawing her lower lip, Shay looked between them and blanched. This situation was intimidating and it was choking her up. "A-Anyway. He had a minor Demon in a cage down there who he called Bobo and a big banner that said 'BFF Fun Weekend.' And," she closed her eyes, trying to remember what else there had been. "And a table with food, video games, movies, and a Tv station."
Shay kept her eyes closed, trying to relive those moments long enough to give her statement and trying her damnedest to forget Angelo and Tybalt were in the room so she could get through this without choking up.
"When he got up, I used my abilities, and they made me bleed on the carpet."
Subconsciously, Shay reached up and touch below her nose and at her lips, remembering the heavy flow of blood. When she opened her eyes, the irises were a bright amber while the sclera was pitch black. In a flash, she blinked, and they returned to normal.
"I.... I don't know what else to say."
So it had been very obvious that the girl was more willing to speak to Angelo than she was to him. Realistically, he didn't care about that. If she trusted Angelo than so be it, especially with something to do with kidnapping. If anything, he figured he'd be a silent observer, someone to back up his claims and someone to take down notes if needed. If a child was confessing to something of this scale, he'd stand back when he needed to.
He sat down silently beside his partner, taking out a small notepad and a pen that he clicked open. Friday at a carnival. She was grabbed by Vincenzo Fontana. He'd already looked the name up and he was pretty unhappy at what he saw. No time to linger on it, though. Not while she was speaking.
The words were steadily written out in his loose, loopy handwriting. Find that bloody spot, possibly. Find out where he lived--
There was a sudden spike and Tybalt caught only the briefest glimpse of her eyes changing colour before they went back to normal. He'd felt that little ripple before and, remembering its origins, he didn't like them.
But he must help. That was his job.
He didn't say anything, just waiting for Angelo to ask her further if he thought necessary.
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Angelo clicked on the camera and settled in before she started talking, listening carefully and nodding at all the right moments. Angelo didn't make notes--Tybalt already was, and the camera would do most of the work for them.His thoughts ran along very similar lines to Tybalts--if she'd bled, there'd be some sign of it. Obvious physical evidence was the best possible thing they could hope for, although the possibility of a minor demon...
His focus was so lost he completely missed the change of her eyes. He had a general idea of what her powers did, but he'd never gone into specifics.
"By a lesser demon, do you mean a feral one? Do you think it was sentient?" That mattered a lot, because it was the difference between saving an animal and saving a person.
Beyond that, the big question did need to be asked.
"Did he hurt you in any way, beyond the chloroform?" He hoped the answer was no, but he knew better than to get his hopes up.
"I don't know. I mean... I tried to talk to it, but I'm not good at speaking
Demonic. It seemed pretty feral to me; it was growling a lot. It appeared to understand when Vincenzo said its real name because it howled. Beyond that, it mostly just snarled a lot."
Had Vincenzo hurt her? She squinted. Did they mean had he touched her? Molested her? Or was Angelo actually wondering if Vincenzo had physical beat or bound her?
"Not physically." Shay shrugged, pursing her lips in thought as she glanced at the camera. She'd forgotten it was there. Her throat got tight. She focused on the back wall, behind the two men. "He said some weird things. Like violent things and we watched a lot of horror movies, like the Texas Chainsaw one and stuff."
Shay paled, clenched her jaw and looked down at her hands, which slipped under the table to clutch at her legs. "He showed these videos... crap. What were they called... The adult ones were people.... like kill each other? Snuff films? And whenever I looked away he'd ask me why I didn't appreciate the cinematic arts and would tell me in detail what was going on. He didn't want me to miss the good parts, he said." She grimaced.