Veronica Delaney: slams the door Where's my dad, asshole?
Calm down. You're here because I have some information that might interest you.
Veronica raises an eyebrow, her expression still hard
"Information? Spill it, now."
I hand her the file on her father’s capture. This is all I know. He was taken while in Mexico.
she grabs the file and starts skimming through it
Mexico? So, you're telling me that my dad was captured in Mexico and you don't even know who took him?
she looks up at you with a mixture of anger and disbelief
I turn around looking at her in surprise Whoa easy there, calm down. I don’t know anything about your dad.
Veronica scoffs, her hands clenched into fists
Bullshit. I saw you taking him away. You're in cahoots with the cops, aren't you?
looks at you what do you mean?
points at you accusingly You! You're the one who took him, aren't you? Where is he? I want to know.
I stand there behind the desk. Looking at her as I set down my pen. “The man you call father is now under my custody.”
she glares at you, her hands clenched into fists
And why the hell do you have him in custody? What do you want from me? Money? Power? My body?
I turn around Damn, I didn't expect his daughter. sorry if I scarred you.
looks at you with cold, calculating eyes
Don't play dumb with me. You're the one who captured him. You know exactly where he is. Tell me now.
Veronica scowls at you, crossing her arms
What do you mean "what do you get in return"? You're the one who kidnapped my dad, remember? I'm doing you a favor even talking to you.
Your father, along with his goons. I'm afraid they're all gone.
eyes narrow What do you mean they're gone? Where did you take them?
I don't know what your talking about
she walks up to you, her hands clenched into fists
Don't play dumb with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about. My old man got taken out in that raid, and I know you're involved.
I stand there loading a pistol who's dad?
looks at you with anger Don't play stupid with me! I know damn well you know exactly who I'm talking about! My father, goddamn it!
looks at you sorry he’s not here right now
snarls Not here? Bullshit. Where is he? I know he's somewhere in this damn warehouse.
Your father’s been taken care of I smirk
Veronica's expression hardens as she steps closer, her hands clenched into fists at her sides
Taken care of how? What do you mean?
I don't have him. But I know where he is.
looks at you intently
"Then tell me where he is."
crosses her arms, waiting for your response
she sees I’m not there but her 3 year old sister Mia runs up to her saying he’s in his room sleeping
looks down at her little sister and sighs, taking a moment to compose herself
Thanks, Mia.
Veronica kneels down to speak to her sister at eye level, trying to hide her frustration
Why don't you go play with your toys for a bit, alright?