Page 168 of Bonded in Death

“Then let’s go seal the deal.”

“The boss wanted to handle this part,” Reo told her as they walked, “but he agreed with your tactics. Potter thinks women are inferior.”

“He’s coming into the find-out portion of the program. Peabody.”

“With you.”

Eve paused when she saw Roarke in the corridor.

“Summerset and friends are on their way up. I’ll show them to Observation. Whitney and Tibble are already there.”

“Tibble’s in Observation?”

“He is. I won’t wish the four of you luck, as you don’t need it. I’ll just say, finish him.”

“Count on it.”

They walked to Interview A, and Eve opened the door.

She enjoyed the site of Potter in an orange jumpsuit—a far cry from silk pajamas. And the wrist and leg shackles added a nice finish.

“Record on. Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, entering Interview with Potter, Conrad. Also entering, Peabody, Detective Delia, Reo, APA Cher, Mira, Dr. Charlotte.”

“What is this?” Dark eyes full of derision, he sneered. “A fashion show?”

Eve just reeled off the various case numbers and sat.

She set the file she carried at her elbow, as did the other women as they took their seats.

“Mr. Potter, you’ve been charged with a number of serious crimes, including murder in the first. Were you read and do you understand your rights and obligations in these matters?”

“I understand them perfectly.” This time, he smirked—as he had at the camera on the night of Rossi’s murder. “I’ve spent considerable time studying law.”

“I guess you had plenty of time for that during your incarceration in Manchester, England. Due to your knowledge and study, are you waiving your right to legal representation during this interview?”

“I am my legal representation. And this interview is bollocks. I see you brought your sidekick, and… APA?”

“Assistant prosecuting attorney,” Reo supplied.

“How often do you sleep with your boss?”

“I haven’t, thanks for asking. Office romances are so messy, and his husband wouldn’t approve.”

“A preoccupation with sex is understandable,” Mira commented. “You had no conjugal visits during your lengthy incarceration.”

“And we have the shrink, a woman pretending to be a doctor instead of tending to her own family.”

With a cool smile, Mira opened her file, made a note.

“Now that we’re all properly introduced,” Eve said, “let’s talk about the murder of Giovanni Rossi.”

Potter started to wave a hand in dismissal, but couldn’t manage the insouciance with the chains.

“Are these necessary, ladies? Are you not able to defend yourselves?”

“I think I managed that just fine when I put you and your silk pajamas down. The shackles stay. Giovanni Rossi.”

“What about him?”

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