requests to take him for medical attention." Kallie crossed her arms over her chest and turned to look at him.
"How the fuck could Cynthia use a bat? She has a cast on her hand."
"I'm wondering now how those injuries she's sporting actually happened." Brock scratched his beard. "Sir, we need a warrant for her medical records. I'm not sure where she was seen, but if we can access the centralized medical information database, we can track that."
"What are we going to use for probable cause? We got nothing but speculation." Davidson shoved his hands in pockets and rocked back on the heels of his highly glossed shoes.
"Let me see if I can get her to talk to me." Kallie glanced between the men. "I treat her like the victim, get anything she’ll divulge; see if she slips up. Now that they are both potential suspects, I want her to give me her alibi. Dawson, too."
"We'll talk to Dawson after we talk to her. Sir, can we get one of the patrols with medical training to come up and look at him? I know it isn't standard procedure, but..."
"Good idea. I'll call the squad room and talk to the duty sergeant. Kallie goes in without you to interview the woman. If she can work the solidarity angle, maybe we can get more from her."
"I agree." Brock nodded his head at the observation room. "I'll be watching and taking notes. We'll have the tapes as backup, but don't worry about getting information down on paper, Kallie, I want you to be fully engaged in what this woman is saying."
"Got it. Do me a favor, sir, give me like ten to fifteen minutes and then bring in a file folder. I don't care what's in it. Put it down on the table and say, something like 'the information has been confirmed'."
"You got it." Davidson spun on his heel and marched down the hallway.
"You've got a plan?" Brock stepped closer than necessary. He discreetly ran a finger down her shirt sleeve.
"She's got an aggressive, mean streak. We saw that earlier. I'm going to get her started on her original statement. I’d like to see if I can get her to contradict herself or give us more than she has. That file will give me leverage. Or at least she'll think I have leverage." Kallie winked at him. "It's been a while since I've played hardball, but I think I still got what it takes."
Brock chuckled. "Why does that turn me on?"
"Because you're dating a cop, and you think I'm sexy?"
He chuckled and stepped away before he did something stupid—like kiss her. "Oh, yeah, there is that. Go get 'em, tiger."
Kallie took a deep breath and leaned around him, looking down the hall. A patrolman with a medical kit trotted toward them. "Lieutenant Davidson said I needed to look over a witness?"
"Interview two. If you need me, I'll be in observation." Brock pointed to the observation room joined to Cynthia's interview room.
"Got it." The uniform knocked politely once, opened the door, and disappeared inside.
"Right, well, let's get this shit sorted." Kallie spun and grabbed the handle of the door. Brock winked at her and headed into observation.
Kallie opened the door and gave an exasperated sigh. "Cynthia, I am so damn sorry it took so long. You wouldn't believe the stuff that has been going on. But I'm here now. Do you need anything?" She sat down across from the woman. She had a bottle of water and her foot was propped up on her scooter, her ass planted in the solid metal chair bolted to the floor on the other side of the table.
Cynthia sneered. "This is borderline abusive."
"Abusive?" Kallie blinked and smiled. "Oh, no. Sitting in a nice warm interview room is not abuse. I think we both know what constitutes abuse." She watched Cynthia's eyes narrow. "But let's get to the business at hand." She retrieved her notebook and thumbed through it to the page where she'd talked to Cynthia and Dawson. "Now when we first spoke to you, you stated that you met Samuel Treyson when you..." She let the question trail off and looked at Cynthia expectantly.
"I met him when I did the pick-ups for a time."
"Was that before or after Dawson did the pick-ups?"
"Why does that matter?" Cynthia crossed her arms over her chest and stared at Kallie.
"Timeline. We need to make sure we can put people in place correctly. This is a very high-profile case, and of course, we