"So Tiffany, if you answer a few of our questions it would be a great help for us," I said, sitting down next to her on the couch.
She put on a confused facade on her face, acting to cover up for her organisation.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said. "And, if you don't mind, I'd like to get going now."
She stood up but I pulled her back down onto the couch, my hand tightening on her wrist.
"Actually, we do mind," I said in a pleasent voice and she glared at me through her narrowed eyes.
"Tiffany, we know you were involved in the bank robbery that took place only two days ago. And now, we need you to answer our questions," Briony said in her professional tone of voice.
"Or we could do it the hard way. But, really, it would pain me to zap such a babe like you." I saw Briony roll her eyes at me when I said the ending bit but Tiffany had the complete opposite reaction as fear spread across her face when I showed her the electric shock device I always had with me.
"You're joking right?"
"Do you really think agents such as ourselves would joke about something like this?"
Tiffany gulped and tried to find a way out of the situation. Her eyes flickered to the door as she bit down on her lower lip in nervousness. "You won't be able to," I warned her.
She sighed and leaned back against the couch, her shoulders slumping down. Taking this as a sign of giving up, Briony started questioning her, first about the bank robbery.
"How had it been planned out? Tell us the scheme of how your gang had done it."
"I don't know," she said with a shrug. I brought the shocking device close to her neck but she recoiled away. "I'm telling the truth! Our leader only told me what to do, making sure we don't know the whole plan. He doesn't trust me."
"Why is that?" I interrupted.
"Because I'm a little young to be in the business," she muttered, looking insulted with the thought. "He only uses me as a tool to be discarded away."
"Who is he?" Briony got straight to the point and the girl shrugged once more. "I don't know. He never reveals his identity to those who carry out the robberies. Only people in his inner circle know him. He instead communicates with us through phone calls and letters."
I raised an eyebrow, hearing this. Whoever this leader is, s/he's being quite inconspicous. "Do you have your phone?"
"No," she said immediately and I could see through her lie. I reached for her handbag before she could take it herself and looked through it. The usual woman accessories were inside; lipstick, make-up set, etcetera. But there was also a small pink phone which I flipped open. Looking through the recent calls, I realized the label 'Private Number'.
"The caller ID isn't shown. But I'm sure we can trace this," I said, handing the phone to Briony. She slipped it into one of her ziploc bags and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at her.
"Now can I go?" Tiffany whined.
"I'm afraid not," I said, giving her a friendly smile. "The only place you'll be going is headquarters. We still have much more to learn."