"Does it really matters?"

Asks sardonic the Captain.

"You're asking the wrong question, Vanessa ... A better one would have been like : What do you want me to do?"

The girl remains speechless for a bit, disconcerned by the blunt admission of the officer.

"B-But that stuff is not mine! I just got here this morning ! This .. is just my family vacation house ... No one would ever belive you!" She rants, looking alternatively the two officer.

They both remain unaffected.
Bisaglia tough, seems to have just noticed that the girls isn't wearing her towel anymore and has started to look at her with same rapacious expression of his collegue.

He's sweating.
All the three of them are.
An hot, sultry breeze keeps seeping inside the room throught the slats of the lowered blinds.

"It is the opposite, actually ... You word against the one of two officers ... No one will ever belive you!" Grins the Captain.

The soundness of the man's words hits Vanessa like a truck.
She is powerless.

"You can't do this ... it will stain my record ... i will never get to be a lawyer! Y-You'll ruin my life!" She stutters, as she feels her rage building up.

The two men looks amused by the girl's breakdown.

She would like to scream.
She would like to tell them to fuck off.
She would like to go back home, hug Christian and forget about all this...

But she can't.

"Why me?" She aks coldy, glaring at the Captain.

"Again with theese useless questions? They won't get you anywhere ...Would it make any difference if i told you it was all a matter of luck? Like flipping a coin ..."

"Luck you say? I don't feel very lucky right now ..." Mutters Vanessa bitterly.

"Well maybe you don't, but we got pretty damn lucky this time, don't you think Bisaglia? What was the last time we got such a fine piece of ass?"

"I don't think we ever did ..." Replies solemnly the Marshal.

"But i digress ... What was it that you were about to ask us?"

"What do you want me to do?"

Hisses Vanessa, clenching her fists.
She has to struggle to complete the sentence with a semblace of self control, but deep down she knows that defying openly the two officers, would probably only worsen her situation.