The beat officers had called in the disturbance before they arrived, so the Chief was prepared, but he was not ready. The entire precinct could hear the officers struggling with the suspect, even through the thick, oak doors. It sounded like they were trying to drag a mountain lion up the front steps. The Chief motioned to the officer on desk duty with his chin. Brody hurried to open the doors and as soon as he slipped the latch, two harassed officers burst through, dangling what looked like a churning bundle of rags between them.
"What the hell are you bringing in here, gentlemen? Brody! Open the door let them through. Bring, whatever it is, into Interrogation Room One, and strap it down!" The officers followed directions as their charge kicked and screamed. "I thought you radioed that it wasn't drugs," he accused, watching them attempt to control the flailing limbs of their suspect.
"It's not drugs, Chief," panted Officer McIntosh. "I swear... Now hold on, sister! Just calm the heck down and we can help!"
"Schaffer, did McIntosh say this is a woman?"
The other officer stood from strapping padded Velcro restraints around the suspect's bare ankles, "Yes, sir." Schaffer rubbed his shoulder as if it ached. "The orneriest woman I've ever run across, and that's counting both my ex-wives."
Once she was fully strapped into the metal chair which was, in turn, bolted to the floor, all the officers and the Chief backed out of the room, closing the door on the woman's furious scream. "If it's not drugs, gentlemen, then what the hell is wrong with her?"
McIntosh reached into a pocket and pulled out a silver-colored necklace with a blue stone pendant. "It's about this."
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