Richard Cunorix's Story

She turned to Baron, "Oh, yes. Sounds like you and the boys are gossiping it up an' getting ready for a tea party," the detective retorted with a tight smile.

Richard gave a snort at Jeanne, accompanied by a glare that she returned. "Bonheur, you don't expect..."

"Leave," she demanded.

There was a rumbling sigh from Richard, who finally up and departed with Leon.

After watching them go, Jeanne moved around behind Baron, flipping out a small knife.

"So are you charging me with something, or is this some elaborate foreplay?" Baron asked. His eyes followed her as she moved behind him.

Jeanne laughed through her nose as she knelt behind him. "You're getting a charge for reckless endangerment and false imprisonment. Though, to be quite honest, those charges shouldn't include the price of your fingers..." She moved to cleanly cut the head off of the cable ties, being careful not to cut into his skin.

He moved his hands around in front of him and rubbed at his wrists to try and get the circulation going again.

"Don't suppose you have a cigarette?" he asked.

"We don't smoke in here, Baron," she responded, raising a brow at him. "But nice try."

She walked over to the other side of the table, glaring at the knife. "And what's this? Did Leon find this on you?" she asked, taking it up in two fingers. She opened the bag, glancing at the item. "It's not yours, is it?"

"If by mine you mean that little shit, Leon, pulling it out of his ass, then sure," Baron replied.

His eyes found hers, staring her down with the same intensity he had in the bar.

"If you ask me, you're investigating the wrong person here," he added.

Jeanne looked him straight in the eye without a speck of fear. She zipped up the plastic bag and held it at her side. "For the knife, yes," she agreed. "You won't be charged for this. However, there's only so much I can do with all the activity in Vargeras lately. Would anyone in your pack have used this in a murder? You've got a better track record than most, but this isn't far fetched."

"If I asked you over to my place for a drink when I get out of here, would you be interested?" he asked.

He entirely ignored her inquiry, and it was difficult to say if the man was remotely serious, or just trying to get a rise out of her.

Jeanne couldn't help but give him a wry grin. "You know, Baron. It'd help me help you if you were a bit more cooperative."

"Maybe I like it in here," he answered. He folded his hands behind his head and leaned back so he could rest his boots on the edge of the table while he got comfortable.

He didn't for a moment think the charges would stick. Soon as Re'Altarm showed up tomorrow, the police wouldn't have much of anything they could pin him with.

"Well, make yourself comfortable. You'll be in here a while," she finished, walking towards the door to take her leave.