25. Hannah
Chapter twenty-five
Hannah
T he doorbell rings and I answer it to find two men standing on my stoop. One in a cheap black suit and one in a black police uniform.
I go to slam the door shut again, but Suit holds it open with his fist. I'm pretty sure that's breaking and entering. Trespassing at the very least.
"Can I help you?" I say, finally, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
"Mrs. Greenwich?"
"Yes?"
"I'm Slater with the FBI, and this is Officer Johnson. We have some questions for you about some friends of yours. Would you be willing to come down to the FBI HQ, Hoover?"
"Am I under arrest?"
I can tell the suit is getting frustrated with my lack of cooperation. Good.
"No, ma'am. We just have some questions for you and we'd like to get the answers on record."
I'm sure this is about Rico and the boys. I look at the cop, who is standing slightly behind Suit, and who mouths I'm a friend .
I nod. "Fine, but we're going to the police department, not Hoover, and I'm driving myself there so I can leave whenever I need to to get my kids from school."
"Of course," Suit bites out sarcastically.
Twenty minutes later, I sit on the hard, cheap, plastic office chair in a small ten-by-ten room, irritably. My arms are crossed in front of me, my legs are crossed at the knee.
I don't have time for this bullshit.
“I’ll be recording this conversation as witness evidence so everything you say today can be used in court. Do you understand and agree?” The FBI agent starts. He leans forward, his elbows on the table.
Johnson leans backward against his chair so he's slightly behind the suit. His hand is curled in a fist underneath the side of his jaw, but he slowly slides one finger out and drags it down his throat. It's the American Sign Language sign for thirsty but from his angle Suit can’t see it.
“Yes, but do you think I could get a cup of water first please?” I asked the FBI agent. He nods curtly.
"Johnson, go get her some water."
I can tell Johnson's frustrated at his failed attempt to get us alone, but the FBI holds rank over local PD.
Johnson leaves and Suit takes the opportunity to lean forward and turn off the recording device.
"I know you're in on it, and you're a loyal bitch, but one of you is going to screw up and I'm going to dance all the way to Hoover with the four of you in handcuffs."
Before I can reply or object, Johnson comes back with the water and Suit turns the recording device back on.
So the man wants to play dirty. Fine.
“Thank you,” I say thinly, taking the cup and drinking the water.
“Are you ready to begin?” Suit asks. Johnson leans back in his chair, arms crossed, face neutral.
“Do you know a Rico Garcia?”
“Yes, I do.”
“How do you know him?”
“He’s my lover.”
Johnson tries to maintain a poker face, but his eyebrows jump in surprise.
"Do you know Santiago Molina?"
"Yes, I do."
"How do you know him?"
"He is also my lover. So is Matthew Richardson, in case you're going to ask."
"So you're with all three of them?"
"Yessir!" I say cheerily. "Sometimes one on one, sometimes together. Whatever floats our boat that day."
Suit shifts uncomfortably in his chair. He's lost the upper hand. He tries another angle.
“How did you meet Rico? What is a soccer mom like you doing with a low-life drug dealer like that?”
“Oh dear, drugs?” I lean forward, feigning concern and flexing my acting skills. “What kind of drugs? Like Advil and Aleve or like meth and heroine?”
“Actually, I’m not sure exactly what yet, but…”
I lean back. “Oh dear, are you racial profiling? Because he’s Hispanic and has neck tattoos? Really not cool of you…I don't think you guys are supposed to do that anymore.” I lean back, crossing my arms against my chest .
Suit slaps his hand hard against the table. “I’ll be the one asking the questions.” He shouts.
“Listen here, young man,” I respond, using my mom-voice – one that I reserve for keeping my kids in line - and apparently small men with large egos. “I’m here voluntarily as a witness. I don’t have to be here. As far as I understand, unless you’re going to arrest me and charge me with something I’m free to leave at any time, but here I am, cooperating with you. You’d do better being a little more respectful to a volunteer witness. Catch more flies with honey…didn’t your mother ever teach you that?”
He closes his eyes and pinches the brow of his nose. Gotcha, you little fucker.
“Okay, I’m sorry. Let’s start again. How did you meet Rico?”
I pause before answering, letting him squirm a little.
“One night a few months ago I went down to a shadier part of town…” Oh right, buying pot is illegal… “To buy a meditation tape.” No one sells tapes anymore, but whatever, I'm not the one on trial. “Rico saw me and thought that it wasn’t safe for me so he helped me get home safely. Then we listened to the meditation tape together and started a friendship. He really is my knight in shining armor.”
Suit shakes his head incredulously while Johnson lets a smirk break through his scowl.
Suit changes tactics. “Where were you last night around 9?”
“At home, with Rico.”
“And what were you doing?”
“At nine?”
“Walk me through the entire night, please. ”
“Well, at nine I believe the boys were running a gangbang train on me on the kitchen island, or was it the dining room table…” I start, feigning like I'm struggling to remember. Brightly, I lock eyes with Suit. "They really do love to use me as their cum bucket. It gets me all sorts of hot and bothered."
Suit’s eyes go wide while Johnson covers a choking laugh with a cough.
“And then when my swollen clit couldn’t take anymore I begged them to stop. My boys really are so good to me. Matty's as submissive as the day is long and Santi's hung like a horse..." I sigh wistfully. "It's always the quiet ones, ya know?"
"Ma'am! This is wildly inappropriate."
"What? My sex life? You asked what I was doing last night, I'm simply answering you."
Suit shakes his head in frustration.
"Where were you the night before?"
"Gangbang."
"And the night before?"
"Gangbang."
"So if I ask about Rico's location, or any of the men, any day of the week?"
"Gangbang."
"I know you're lying. I don't know why, but I know you're lying."
"Wanna stop by tonight? I can ask the boys about adding a fifth to our group. Do you swing both ways? I'd love to get some guy-on-guy action, but my guys are all straight." I put my finger to my chin and raise my eyes as if I'm thinking about something serious.
"Between Rico and Santi, who do you think would top? Rico's really got that daddy Dom energy but Santiago's got that donkey..."
Suit slams his hands on the table and stands, his chair falling backward behind him.
"Did you just proposition an FBI agent for sex?!" He shouts, his face a deep, angry red.
"Well yeah," I answer flatly, batting my eyelashes at him. "Oh, but I won't pay you for it. I get plenty at home for free." I ponder again. "But really, how much dick is too much dick?"
Suit hangs his head with a sigh, while Johnson rubs his hand back and forth over his mouth, hiding his smile.
Suit glares at me again. "I know you're protecting them, but a good girl like you shouldn't go down with lowlifes like them. Their time is coming, and when you go down protecting them, who's going to be there for your kids?"
That certainly takes the wind out of my sails.
Johnson stands as well and motions to the door. "You're free to go, ma'am. I'll walk you out."
I stand and nod before following Johnson. As we're walking down the short hallway to the bullpen, Johnson nods to fellow cops he knows but whispers to me.
"You were freaking incredible in there."
I nod and thank him.
Nothing like being interrogated about your law-breaking lovers on a random Tuesday.