Le Français

Author's Note: The following story is being commissioned by the fantastic ThL. If you are a reader of my usual works, this will be a bit of a departure from my usual themes but not so far that I wouldn't think you will enjoy it. You can expect MF and MFF, some light coersion, BDSM play, and anal. Cheers!

“Come on, Mr Fornier,” the female detective growled. “We know your car matches the exact make, model and colour, and we know that you were in the Dovercourt area on the day in question. We’ve got you dead to rights on this. If you don’t start flapping those gums before the prosecutor gets back here, we’re filing charges and you won’t be heading home any time soon.”

Marc sighed, letting a little smirk slip out as he looked at the two detectives. When he’d gotten the visit from them at his office, he’d been a little surprised and had gone with them willingly down to the station. Apparently, he’d potentially been the witness to a crime and they wanted to ask him some questions. That story had quickly changed as the two women got him into an interrogation room. The angry one was a thin, attractive redhead wearing a smart pantsuit with her badge hanging from a chain around her neck, while the other one was just as thin but of some sort of Asian descent, with striking eyes that seemed to stare through him even while she smiled placidly like she was nothing to be afraid of.

“Mr Fornier, this really is your last chance,” the Asian detective said with a more even tone than her colleague. “Soon it’s going to be out of our hands.”

The only reason Marc hadn’t demanded a lawyer up to this point was because the whole Good Cop, Bad Cop routine was actually kind of fun to watch play out. “Oh, I agree, Detectives,” Marc said. “I’m sure it’ll be out of your hands as soon as you finish checking on my alibi.”

“Just admit that you’re Le Français,” the redhead playing Bad Cop said. She’d introduced herself early on as Detective Connors, but Marc liked to think of her as her role in this little play. “We’ve got you, you might as well own it. There are no outs anymore. We’ll have your finances locked, we’ll seize every car and property. You start talking now and maybe you’ll see the outside of a prison before your 90th birthday.”

“I may be French, Mademoiselle, but I am not this ‘the French’ you’re speaking of. And your accent is atrocious,” Marc said. “As I told you before, I am in Finance. I was meeting with a client for several hours in the Dovercourt area every day that week.”

“What sort of finance work do you do, Mr Fornier?” Good Cop, aka Detective Xu, asked. While she sat, Bad Cop paced and moved around the room like a caged lioness. Marc couldn’t help but steal glances at Bad Cop’s firm, shapely butt in her slacks whenever she stomped behind Good Cop.

“Considering you came to get me at my office, I would assume you know,” Marc replied.

“Enlighten us,” Bad Cop said, planting her hands on the table and leaning forward somewhat aggressively, her red hair spilling forward.

“I work in corporate acquisitions,” Marc sighed, starting to feel bored with the situation. “I specialize in financial modelling and risk management during mergers, along with auditing - what law enforcement like you might think of as financial forensics - in preparation for companies to get happily married and make little company babies.”

There was a knock on the door to the interrogation room and Bad Cop went to answer it as the other one leaned forward. “That sounds like interesting work, Mr Fornier. It also means you would likely know all the nasty little secrets needed to stay one step ahead-”

“Are you kidding me?” Detective Connors said at the door, having opened it maybe a foot and currently speaking to someone outside. She turned to the other Detective and motioned her outside, leaving Marc alone.

Marc pursed his lips and blew out a short breath. This wasn’t his first brush with the police since he had immigrated to Canada almost twenty years ago, but speeding tickets were a little different than getting hauled into an interrogation. Still, it was certainly an interesting way to spend the afternoon. He glanced at the clock mounted high on the wall. Shit, he was going to be late if this kept up much longer.

Marc only liked to keep Felicity waiting on purpose, not by accident.

The interrogation room door opened and Detective Xu came back in, the redheaded Connors seemingly brooding outside.

“Well, Mr Fornier, it seems that your alibi did pass muster,” she said. “And your former clients seem to sing your praises and vouch for you being on site with them the entire week.”

“Good to know,” Marc nodded. “I assume I am free to go?”

“You are, though we may ask you to come back in if we have any more questions,” the Asian woman said.

“Feel to drop by my office any time,” Marc said, smiling coolly as he stood. “I’m sure the secretarial pool is buzzing with rumours about your visit today.”

“Don’t leave the city,” Connors said as Marc started to walk by her.

“Is that an order, Detective?” Marc asked.

“You’re still a person of interest in this case,” Connors said.

Marc sighed and shook his head, following a uniformed cop out to the front of the station.

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