Olive
I smirked as I exited the interrogation room. My father was the one who trained me and he was the same man they were incapable of catching. 37 years of crime and never once was he tossed into a cell.
"Olive Semone," I heard my name and turned on my heels.
I came face to face with a rather tall man in a suit. The tie was slightly loose, but the rest of the suit fit him perfectly.
"That's my name, And you are?" I asked holding my hand out but he kept his balled in his pockets.
"I'm detective Carmine Vasquez." He nodded and I saw his jaw tighten. His jawline could cut diamonds.
Why was I checking him out?
He's a fucking pig.
"Great. Did you need something?" I asked, trying my best not to sound too bored.
"No Ma'am. I just wanted to give you my condolences." Detective Vasquez surprised me with his words. Most of these detectives celebrated when a don hit the casket.
"Thank you, Detective." I gave him a slight smile before turning around once again, I wanted to go home already.
"Oh and," Detective Vasquez lowered his voice,"I know you're the one who murdered Mr Bianchi."
I chuckled,"What a bold accusation."
"You're going to be going away for a long time, unlike your father." His voice was harsh, it sent a shiver down my spine.
"You can try, but I doubt you'll succeed." I blew him a kiss before leaving the precinct.
I pray none of my men made a mistake, or they will be the next ones on the crane.
•••
I slammed the front door behind me, leaving my escort outside.
I threw my bag onto the floor and made my way through the mansion and to the basement, the last place Bianchi was seen breathing.
I slowly walked down the stairs, a little afraid of what was waiting for me down here.
Blood? Leftover bones? Shredded cloth that used to be his suit.
I turned down a hall and entered the room.
My eyes widened. It was spotless. It didn't smell of bleach or any cleaning product. All of the guns and knives had been removed.
I smiled, content. My fingerprints were wiped from the restaurant and the surveillance cameras in the area were wiped.
Detective Vasquez would have a rather hard time trying to link anything to me.
"Miss Semone!" Clarence, one of the house guards, called my name from the top of the basement stairs.
"One second, Clarence." I called back, just loud enough for him to hear me.
I took a few steps deeper into the room, glancing around.
Pictures of my father and news articles were spread out on the walls. This room was his pride. I always believed it was his office, but that was just a cover up.
This is the room where he plotted. Same room where he tortured and scarred hundreds of both men and women.
No doubt Detective Vasquez would get a warrant to search every inch of this house.
I sighed and went back to the first floor. Clarence was waiting by the door.
"Dinner is on the dining room table." He smiled but kept his eyes trained on the walls ahead of him.
"Clear out the room down there. Take everything off of the walls and burn it." Everything down their needed to be burned.
My father was cautious, but exactly how cautious?
•••
Carmine
"Carmine, I cannot possibly justify a warrant." Judge King shook her head and leaned back in her chair.
"You're telling me a dead fucking body hanging from a crane, isn't a justifiable reason?" I crossed my arms over my chest, I could feel anger bubbling.
"If there was some sort of evidence to link Miss Semone to it, it would be. But there were no prints, no surveillance, and no witnesses." This was unbelievable. Everyone in this goddamn precinct knew she was guilty.
"Richmond and I saw her holding a gun to his stomach. We watched him follow her to a black sedan. The next day, he pops up dead." The judge's face remained expressionless.
"If you can somehow prove that that actually happened, I will happily sign the papers for the warrant. Until then, I suggest you go do your job." I sighed in defeat, she wasn't going to budge until I had some physical evidence.
I nodded and exited the courtroom.
Olive Semone was trained by her father. He learned to evade the police for years on top of years.
This woman wasn't stupid or ignorant. She would play it smart and cover her tracks completely.
But she can only do that for so long before she fucks up.
And I'll be waiting for that fuck up.