The 'Con' versation

"Er, what?" Nancy responded, shaking herself from her thoughts.

"Answer your damn phone!"

Nancy hadn't recognised her desk phone was ringing, she must have been really deep in her thoughts.

"Detective Mckenna, Homicide."

"Hi Nancy, it's Izzy. Erm... Have you got moment to talk?"

"Hi Izz, just catching up on some paperwork at the moment. What's up?"

"I need to talk to you in private. Can you come to the roof? Just 5 minutes?"

"The roof? What's going on?"

"I, er... Well the thing is..." Izzy stuttered "Please, it's important."

"All right, I be there in 2 minutes" Nancy responded, curious as to what could be so important, and why the police presinct's roof?

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Nancy opened the fire exit door to the roof, squinted from the blaring sunlight as she closed the door behind her.

"Izzy! Where are you?" Nancy called. No one was up here, just her.

Nancy could hear a mobile phone ringing nearby. Scouting around, she spotted a cheap looking mobile near the ledge. Picking up the ringing phone that displayed 'Incoming Unavailable', she answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey there, Butt Slut!" Vincent Baretta answered on the other end.

Nancy's felt herself shiver as if her veins had turned to ice. As much as she was dreading speaking to Vincent again, she was hoping that she would at least be better prepared.

"Look ahead and slightly up at the buildings across." Vincent ordered.

Nancy scanned the buildings off in the distance, scanning the windows and rooftops, until her spotted him, or rather, them.

Across the street, a few buildings behind, on another roof she spotted Vincent, a phone in one hand waving in the air to get her attention, and binoculars focusing on her. To his right, standing slightly forward was Izzy and an unknown associate of Vincent's who had a firm grip on Izzy's shoulder.

"Nancy, if you want Izzy unharmed don't speak anymore than yes or no to my answers." Vincent demanded.

"Vince, you piece of shit. If you hurt her in any way..." Nancy started to threaten until she saw that Izzy was being led closer to the ledge of the building.

"Ok... I'm sorry, please don't hurt her." nancy pleaded.

"Yes or No responses Nancy. Do you understand?" Vincent ordered

"YES" Nancy responded through gritted teeth over the phone. Izzy was pulled away slightly from the drop.

"Good, glad we could have this understanding." Vincent spoke condescendingly, knowing her was holding the advantage over Nancy, if she wanted no harm to come to Izzy. She could see Vincent talking, discussing something with his associate

There was a pause in the conversation. Nancy strained her view to see Izzy being led away to inside the building. As Izzy and the unknown second man left their roof, Vincent continued.

"First, I want to say thank you for arresting Wesson. He had been a good team player to our employers, but it has been agreed that his services are no longer required. And to avoid him sharing any sensitive information, arrangements have been made. Do you understand?"

"No." Nancy responded, still aware that just because Izzy was out of site, did not mean she was out of danger, or if she herself was in danger right now.

"Don't worry, you will in time. Never the less. I have a proposition that I believe will be in the interests of a lot of parties, most notably, your's, Isabel's, mine and my employer's. Do you want to hear my arrangement or shall I have Isabel and her father dealt with now?"

"NO!" Nancy screamed in fear for her familily's life.

"No? As in you don't want to hear my offer, or no you don't want the McKenna's dealt with?" Vincent smirked, toying with Nancy, seeing her through the binoculars to be on the verge of tears.

" I...I...." Nancy was tailspinning in her mind, not know what yes or no respond to use.

"Relax....I know which no you meant. Please feel free to respond as you wish now, but first listen."

"So here is how things are going to go first. Soon, I will be turning myself in to clear my name. The evidence you have against me, that grainy CCTV footage you have of me doing whatever you think I did, well that has disappeared. My lawyer will be demanding that all charges are to be dropped, and in return he will not be suing your department for undue harrassment."

Nancy was starting to panic. All that hard work to catch Wesson and tracking Baretta was going to be for nothing. Wesson had not turned over anything, and Vincent had, unkown to anyone else, defiled her to the point that she could not think about anything else. Her sexually tormenting herself during showers thinking of him was not a wanted trade off.

"So to my proposition: You will recieve tip offs through that burner phone, or maybe from me directly, that will lead to certain arrests, You will need to come up with a credible reason as to where you are getting your information from, because you won't be getting it from me. Secondly, any compromising photos I have, or will have on you will be kept by myself for my own satisfaction. I will also keep an eye on your Izzy, ensuring she is as safe as she can be in this city of not so Angels!"

Nancy was waiting for the other shoe to drop, though it sounded like it was coming right now.

"In return, you will do what I say when I say it, obeying me when I am in your presence. You will keep me informed of any police investigations regarding myself, and ensure I never get any hassle from the police stronger than a parking ticket. You will obviously keep this arrangement to yourself."

"I don't want you to answer now. Actions speak louder than words, so our interactions will detemine if you are in agreement. Agreed?"

"Vince, please, you can't get my family involved. They've done nothing wron..." Nancy pleaded before being interupted.

"Nancy! This is not a negotiation, You have my terms. You are not saying yes to my arrangement, I just want you to confirm that you understand my proposal. You do what I say, and your life can appear to continue as before. So do you understand?"

Nancy sagged and answered reluctantly " I agree."

"Excellent! Catch up soon." Vincent hung up.

Vincent left his roof as Nancy stood there, petrified, stunned and dumbfounded.