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"I told you, I DON'T WANNA TALK!" Chance raised her voice to the two detectives that had been trying to question her for the past thirty minutes
All they were able to get was her relationship with Amiri, besides that she told them that she didn't want to talk to them
"You'll lower your voice." Anderson, the male detective said, standing in the corner of the interrogation room
Chance couldn't help but to roll her eyes, she had her hands rested on her thighs, bouncing her right leg up and down
Ramos, the female cop that sat across from her looked at Chance and shook her head
Little did they know, Chance's father, Angelo was coming into the police station to get shit straightened immediately
Snatching his tie off his shirt, he walked in. "Where the fuck is my daughter!?" He raised his voice loudly, catching everyone's attention
They all knew him and some were scared of him for whatever reason. "Sir, please. Quiet down in here." The front desk clerk said
Angelo knew he wasn't above the law, but it damn sure felt like it
All hell broke loose behind his daughter, Chance was scared of killing spiders, let alone a whole person
So in short, Angelo was beyond heated. He spoke with the head detective in charge of Amiri's case
"You know that my daughter didn't fuckin' shoot him." He squinted his eyes at Detective Evans
"Detective Love, who knew that was your daughter like really?" Evans shook his head, standing up from his desk
"I don't give a fuck, y'all got no evidence. My daughter was in fucking Atlanta working and not running around on that pole like yo' niece, get her up outta here now." He demanded
Evans pointed in Angelo's face, trying to stop himself from speaking. "You know what, fuck you!" Evans pushed Angelo out the way, walking out of the office
Evans stormed off and went walking to the interrogation room that Chance was in. The door swung open and he motioned for the two police officers to come
They walked out and followed him to another room to all talk. "Let her go." He said, running his hands down his face from stress
"What? We have our suspect right here in our hands and you telling us to let her go." Ramos said in confusion
"That's just giving it away, she could leave the fucking country and that boy gets no justice!" Anderson fussed
"We have little no evidence, that's fucking LV's daughter we have in there." He banged on the table after every word, using Angelo's nickname in work
"Let her go, I'm done talking." He fixed the collar of his shirt before walking out of the room
Anderson and Ramos just looked at each other before both shaking their heads. They each walked out and into the interrogation room where Chance sat
