Is this what they're doing to Gianni?
Does anyone know we're here?
I spin and straighten my shoulders. "I want my attorney."
"Who would that be?" Anderson smirks.
I don't have a criminal attorney, but I'm a Marino. The family has to have them.
I need to call Angelo.
I don't know his number.
Oh God! I don't know anyone's number!
I seethe, "Am I under arrest?"
Both men exchange a look.
I scoff. "I'm not, am I?"
"What happens when you're next? Hmm?" Anderson asks, arching his eyebrows.
I push all responses out of the way, stating, "If I'm not under arrest, then I demand you let me go right this minute!"
"I give her less than six months before she disappears off the face of the Earth," Contray declares.
I spin and bang my hands on the mirror, shouting, "Are you hearing me? Let me go, or I'm suing all of you personally and the department!"
The door swings open. Another man steps inside. He holds out a badge with identification attached to it. "Mrs. Marino. I'm Agent Bordeaux with the FBI. I'd like to speak with you in private."
I blurt out, "I clearly stated I wanted to leave."
He holds up his hands and nods. "Yes. I understand. Please. Give me a few minutes."
I put my hand on my hip. I ask again, "Am I under arrest?"
"No."
"So I'm free to go?"
"Yes. However, I think it's in your best interest to wait a few minutes. I promise you, as soon as we finish speaking, I'll show you the way out if you still want," he states.
I don't move, feeling paralyzed.
Bordeaux nods to the detectives, and they leave. As soon as the door shuts, he motions to the table. "Please, sit back down."
I sigh and begrudgingly sit, unsure why I decided to stay.
He takes the seat across from me. "Mrs. Marino, the FBI is willing to go to great lengths to reward you for your efforts."
"Excuse me?" I ask, confused.
He pauses then states, "Your husband's a bad man. I don't believe you're naive or that you don't know what crimes he's capable of committing."
I rise. "I'm ready to leave now."
He stands, too, belting out, "Mrs. Marino! We can protect you."