Page 36 of Deja New
“He drank all my blood in a past life.”
“So this was payback?”
“Yes.” This with the expression of “someone’s finally catching up” on her face.
“Which you understand has been illegal since Darrow vs. Henry VIII?” he persisted for the record. “Back in 1964?”
“Yes.It’s why I had to take care of it myself.” The suspect crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a smile almost as cheery as her boots. “There’s not a jury in the world who’ll judge me for it.”
“By definition, every jury judges the defendant, even if the outcome of that judgment is positive.”
She waved away his summary of the American legal system. “They’ll get it.”
“I have to say, you certainly have a positive attitude.”
“Oh, yes.” She uncrossed her arms and leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. “I’m generally a positive person. Things will work out and if they don’t, don’t give up! You can fix it, you just can’t be afraid of doing the work.”
If she doesn’t go to prison, this woman has a real shot at being a Hollywood spin doctor.
“You are by far the most cheerful person I have ever arrested.”
The woman who had cut off her brother’s head and tried to drive a chair leg (which she’d whittled to a point over the last three months) through his heart beamed. “Thank you!”
“Time to get photographed and fingerprinted,” he said kindly, and she jumped to her feet, clearly ready for the next phase of her adventure.
“That’s okay, why else d’you think I got highlights?”
“Why else, indeed?” he replied, and escorted her out.
