Fallout and Surrender?

The next hour went by like a blur for Nancy. Izzy's phone was constantly going to voicemail, putting her in a agitated state that she had to keep quiet about. She and Syd then got called into the lieutenant's office to be informed of Michael Wesson's 'suicide'. They knew he had been silenced, they way the guards found him hanging by his bed sheets, but had no real evidence to prove foul play. Then the last cherry on top was checking that the evidence against Vincent and Michael had indeed disappeared!

Nancy and Syd were currently been given the riot act from Lt. Jason Calloway in his office. Despite the door being closed, his voice carried across the whole department floor.

"What a fucking shit show we have here!" the Lieutenant bellowed. "Tell me you have got something else to pin on those mother fuckers."

"Sorry, but no sir." Syd responded, Nancy keeping tight lipped and anxious to leave and find Izzy.

"God damn it! The captain is gonna be super pissed, you know that right?"

A knock on the door, followed by one of the Ben's coming in.

"Baines! What do you want? You better have some good news for interrupting me before I bust your colleagues down to traffic patrol. You want to join them?" The Lieutenant was irate. This was meant to be a big win for him too.

"Sir, Vincent Barretta is at the front desk asking to speak with McKenna."

There was a brief silence, before Nancy snapped out of her funk and rushed out the office, Syd following on.

"Dismissed I guess." Lieutenant commented.

"Thank you sir." Replied Baines

*******

As Nancy reached the front of the the precinct, she found Barretta sitting calmly on a bench, wearing a light tan suit, scrolling on his phone with a briefcase between his knees. The look of a respectable businessman, ignoring the world with his mind on other things.

Next to him sat a small man with short dark hair, impeccably dressed in a dark suit and thick framed glasses, with his own briefcase resting on his lap. He was sitting to attention and when Nancy entered the reception area, he nudged Vincent, and whispered something in his ear.

Vincent smiled coldly and raised his gaze and stood to meet her furious glare.

"Ah, detective McKenna! So pleased you could find time to see me. This is my attorney, Charles Spector, who will be joining us for for our main questioning."

The attorney stood and offered his hand which Nancy refused to shake. Syd, only moments behind had caught up with Nancy, but has missed Vince's opening salvo.

"But before... I aquiess... is that the right word? " Vincent continued, to which Charles nodded "I would like 15 minutes of your time in private to discuss a separate matter."

Nancy could feel that she was not going to be in control of the situation. Outside, chasing down perps and shaking down informants, she was always in control. She was normally a master of her environment, but now, she felt the balance shifting almost permanently away from her favour.

"Seargent Stokes... please escort Mr. Barretta to interview room 3." Nancy requested, before turning to her partner, and thinking on her feet.

"Syd, can you give me 15 minutes to warm up Barretta. Maybe get him to make a confession if we're lucky." Nancy winked, hoping Syd would get the message.

Syd knew room 3 was the most basic of the interigation rooms, not being mic'd, no camera, no 2 way mirror, hell not even a window. It was hardly used. She gave Nancy a queried look.

"Well, we've got nothing on him, but maybe he doesn't know that. Good luck on getting some information."