None of this was anywhere near how is Friday night was supposed to go. He’d had a whole plan for making last night up to Danny, and now he just had more to add to the list of things he had to make up to him. Nikolai exhaled through his nose, a tiny pause to his rhythm before his long stride made quick work of the stairs down to the interrogation room.
He’d deal with this, swing by St. Peters’s place to preemptively take the wind out of his sails before someone fussed at him to do it, and then, all things willing, he’d salvage what remained of his night.
Yeah right.
From the hall panel, he turned on the lights of the observation room, revealing the empty space. He couldn’t in good conscience shut off the camera in the interrogation room, or the recording equipment, but he was careful with who had access to it all. It’d be fine. The point he was making anyway was that there wasn’t anyone immediately watching.
When he opened the door, it was to the woman’s naked back, and Nikolai resisted the very strong urge to pinch the bridge of his nose and just turn around and walk right back out. Perhaps he’d trained his team to be... overzealous, in their execution of orders.
He didn’t actually need her for anything. He knew how she got in, would see whatever she’d written on St. Peters when he dropped in on the model, and she hadn’t caused any notable disturbances to the public. All in all, with how little leeway he was allowed in implementing security anyway, he would have let her squeak by under the radar, had it not been for actual competency within his ranks.
Wordlessly, Nikolai dismissed the draculoid who’d been standing silent sentry at the back of the room, taking up his place once the door had closed. He shifted his weight back, leaning it against the wall behind him, folded his arms over his chest, and crossed one ankle over the other. It wasn’t at all how he’d go about a real interrogation, but this was merely a formality.
“You know why you are here, yes?”
