"So Ms. Jameson, you do know what happened to your daughter don't you?" I asked. I knew she had, but this would give me an opportunity to see her upset. And I needed that now, considering that at the moment she didn't seem too upset. That doesn't mean she doesn't care, but people can swallow emotions.
"Of course I do," she said. No concealed emotions that I could spot, except for a slight twitch in her eye.
I raised an eyebrow. "You're a tough cookie, you know that?"
She relaxed slightly, smiling and batting her eyelashes at me. Time to go in for the kill.
"Your daughter was gored with a sharp blade in a dark alley," I said, sounding as blunt as possible.
Immediately, her face collapsed. Before, her face had been controlled, relaxed. She was in control. Not anymore. Her eyes swelled with tears and she collapsed into her hands and sobbed uncontrollably.
I leaned back in my chair, satisfied. I glanced over at Charlie, who was trying to conceal a smile, but it wasn't working so well. She had a nice smile. Nice hair too. Not to mention a nice body-What am I doing?! I'm working here!
I shifted my eyes to Ms. Jameson again, and to my surprise, she was lunging towards me. I almost punched her in the face, but I controlled myself. She practically tackled me to the ground in a hug, still sobbing. Charlie was on her incredibly fast and drug her off of me. Ms. Jameson's arms flailed in the air as Charlie tossed her back into her chair. I pushed myself to my feet and swallowed the blush and embarrassment that was placed conspicuously on my face.
"Ms. Jameson," I said, wiping my shirt, "don't do that."
Charlie kept her eye close on Ms. Jameson as she slowly sat back down.
"I'm sorry," Ms. Jameson said quietly, "I'm just so sad."
I didn't buy it. She was less sad and more anxious. Anxious for what is the question? "Why did you break up with Mr. Waters?"
Ms. Jameson rolled her eyes. "He divorced me, why don't you ask him?"
"Maybe I like talking to you a little bit more," I said.
Ms. Jameson's confident smile returned, and she leaned closer to me in her seat. "Really?"
I frowned. "Ms. Jameson, give me the information I need. I don't want to arrest you."
Ms. Jameson returned to leaning back in her seat. "Mr. Waters-" she paused. "Derek was upset when he found out that I was having affairs."
"Plural?" I asked, a little surprised.
"Do you really think I can be loyal to one man, when he's always off with other women?"
I remembered back to the files I had read on Jennifer's family. "Derek Waters is a counselor, Ms. Jameson."
"So, it's his job to 'be off' with other women, so he can talk to them about their problems."
"I know!" She yelled angrily. "But I didn't like it!"
I smiled. "We'll stay in touch," I said, standing. Charlie stood up next to me and smiled sweetly at Ms. Jameson. A forced smile, but a smile nonetheless.
We nodded and started to walk away. A hand stopped me.
I turned my head. "Yes, Ms. Jameson?"
She batted her eyelashes at me again. "You know," she began, running her fingers up my chest, "I'm unattached now."
I was sort of hoping that Charlie would step in and punch her in the face or something. When she didn't, I sighed and pushed her hand away."Ms. Jameson, your daughter was just murdered. Have some respect."
We walked outside and left her standing there, embarrassed.
On our way home, I chatted with Charlie. "So, what do you think?"
Charlie shrugged. "I don't think she was very close to her daughter."
I shrugged in agreement. "Also, she's flirty. Too flirty for her own good."
Charlie laughed, as did I.
Were we having an actual conversation? Was this a good time to bring "us" up? Of course not! Why would it be? Shut up Mendrick!
We were silent after the laughter died down. Very silent.
To ease the awkward silence, I pulled out my cell. "I should probably give Alannah and Randall a job. They've been sitting in the office for a while now."
I dialed her number and waited. Nothing, but an extra beep between the dial tone. She was on her mobile. Probably chatting away with that Alfie fellow. I don't like him. Never met him, but I still don't. Anyone that bugs Alannah bugs me. I wonder what that guy's been doing.
Wait a second, I'm supposed to be mad! I dialed the office number quickly and shoved the phone to my ear. It clicked. "What are you doing chatting away on your mobile when there's work to be done?" I asked in an annoyed tone.
"I was just following up on a lead," she said, obviously lying.
I played along. "Did you find anything?"
"Then don't spend so long searching for it. Move on because I have a job for you."
"Hang on Mendrick," she said.
I waited impatiently for a couple seconds. Finally, she returned. "You have my full attention. What's the job?"
I frowned. I actually hadn't thought about that. What did I need her to do? I glanced at the clock. It was getting pretty darn late in the day. "Forget it Alannah, go talk to your boyfriend."
"Go talk to Alfie," I said, this time more sharply.
"Because you need to, obviously."
"I don't want to talk to him! Not now!"
I sighed. "Fine, your life."
"Alright, go find Derek Waters and chat up a storm, will ya?"
"Now that sounds good," she said.
"Take Hart with you. And tell him to stop thinking so much. He's becoming unproductive."
I hung up before she replied.
I glanced over at Charlie, who looked a tad bit tired. "I'm going to take the night shift, so when we get to HQ, just take your car and go home."
"Night shift? Since when have we had a night shift?"
"You have never had a night shift. Sometimes I'll stay up at night and research for the case. You should try it sometime, but not tonight."
She nodded quietly, probably a little more awake in her head.
I faced the road again. Then I glanced over at Charlie again. Then back at the road. Then back at her again. I shifted my eyes to the road and sighed.
I never was good at keeping promises.