INT. - 9TH PRECINCT INTERROGATION - MORNING
Emily didn't screw around. Less than an hour after their conversation, the ADA had Daryl Patterson, Ivan Bruts and the company lawyers-all three of them-parked in interrogation one. At their insistence. Since Gerri had no solid evidence against Patterson, and he was here voluntarily, she had to give him his posse. But, that didn't keep her from grinning at the CEO from her lonely place behind the desk as if she had his ass in her hands ready to hand to him.
For the first time in a long time, she wasn't on her own. And it wasn't Jackson Pierce sitting next to her, feet straining to reach the floor. Emily Pocket's grim expression would have been hilarious if her intensity mixed with doll-like perfect didn't scare the bejesus out of Gerri.
She would not want to face this woman in a courtroom.