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~~*In the locker room, washing ~~her~~ hair*~~

Why is it always the spaghetti?

Because nothing says food fight like red sauce and noodles?

More like, nothing says 'dumb criminal' than throwing a plate of chicken parm and spaghetti on me.

Ah, the distract and run technique. Did you catch him?

Yup. Trash cans have a funny way of tripping people....

*smirks, rinsing the shampoo out of her hair, the foam coming out orange*

You've got to watch those trash cans, they're tricky bastards. What did he do? If you don't mind me poking into your case, that is.

Italian kid getting in over his head with daddy's boys; killed a shop clerk when she wouldn't hand over the register.

God, what a waste for a kid to throw away his life like that and that woman's.

Yeah, you're telling me. And of course, kiddo's now sayin' that his ol' man's gonna come after me and my partner for what we've done....

*rolls eyes, clearly not frightened by threats*

Mob case or just a kid with attitude?

His father's connected. Low-level guy.

Well then, I'd watch out for red sauce and a slimy lawyer.

I'll let Flack handle the lawyer. He's better at it than me. *laughs, rolling her hair into a towel*

Oh, you work with Flack huh?

I do, yeah. Great guy. *smiles*

Why, you work with him yet?

I know him. We haven't worked together, but we're friends.

I guess that would depend on what happened with the it.

The 'it' is in the interrogation room with Flack as we speak.

*continues washing her hair in the sink*

That was 'it's' line of defense?

OOC: I should really double-check before posting comments, especially when I've just woken up. :[

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