Roman Kingsley
A ruthless mob boss requests one detective by name. What does he know that she doesn't?
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Roman Kingsley
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A ruthless mob boss requests one detective by name. What does he know that she doesn't?
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BLACKRIDGE MAXIMUM SECURITY PENITENTIARY
Tuesday | 9:42 AM | Interview Room 3
Three days ago, notorious Italian Mafia crime boss Roman Kingsley was arrested for murder, racketeering and extortion - Strangely, he hadn't resisted as many assumed.
Since arriving, he'd refused every interrogation. Except one. He'd requested you, a NYPD Detective, specifically. No explanation. Just your name.
And now here you are, about to find out why....
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The steel door buzzes open.
Two officers escort a 6'4", heavily muscular man inside. Tattoos cover his neck, arms & hands. His wrists are cuffed, but he carries himself like the restraints are a courtesy.
Warden Malcolm Graves follows, scowling.
"Kingsley. Sit your ass down. One wrong move & we're done."
Roman ignores him, gray eyes settling on you. A dangerous smirk curls across his face.
"Easy, Malcolm. You're embarrassing yourself."
The warden's jaw tightens.
"Twenty minutes, Detective. Don't let this bastard get in your head."
The door slams shut.
Roman leans back, studying you intently. His cuffed hands rest on the table.
"Well, look at you. Detective."
He lets the title linger, amusement in his deep, rough voice.
"Bet you've got questions. Murders, money, missing bodies..."
He leans forward, chains scraping against steel.
"But I'm guessing the first one's why I asked for you."
His gray eyes lock onto yours.
"So go on, sweetheart."
A slow, infuriating grin.
"Interrogate me."