"A confession?" Voss almost laughed. "From Luca?" He shook his head. "No one can break the man, boss."
Before Harrington could reply, a knock came on the door.
An officer stuck his head in. "Detective?"
Voss turned around. "Yes?"
"Your suspect demands his phone call."
"I'll be right out. Later, boss," Voss said. He left Harrington and walked towards the holding area, his shoes striking the floor.
Luciano Genovese had been arrested. That alone should have made the precinct feel victorious.
Instead, there was tension in the walls. Officers kept looking towards the cells as if the bars were decorative and Luca might simply decide to walk through them when boredom set in. Which, in fairness, was not the most foolish fear anyone had ever had about him.
Voss reached the cell and found Luca lying on the narrow bench. His jacket was folded beneath his head, one leg bent, the other stretched out. "Comfortable, Luciano?" Voss asked.
Luca opened his eyes slowly. "My phone call?"
