She drank the water down and handed him back the paper cup. “Detective, can I ask you your name? After all, it looks like we will be together for a ...hile.”“My name is Kyle Anderson,” he said.“Kyle… I like that name,” she said, giving him a weak smile. She stood at the door to her cell as he went back to his desk and began working again. She watched as he answered the phone and as he did his paperwork.Kyle also shot her a glance every now and then. Nicole Miller was a very attractive woman and. .. maybe so, but this isn’t a fucking video game, boy.”“Lucky for you,” Mike shot back. “If it were, you’d already be dead.”Enraged by Mike’s insult, Edward rocketed forward at top speed, attempting to impale Mike on his Katana.“Die!”Mike easily defended by summoning his Shield of Faith, deflecting Edward’s blow and turning to face him as he passed. Though he could have counterattacked, Mike was determined to play cautiously, knowing that time was his friend in this battle.“Gotta do better than. I scanned this well-scrubbed mass of po-mo detritus and alighted upon you. It was the first time I'd felt that steely gaze, and I remember it now. It brought me back to excelsior and tenth:Deb handed me a perfect Manhattan with Old Overholt straight rye, and I asked who's the refuscent dame on the couch?"Ah, that's Yvette, a genuine Californian." No dice. How'd a sweetie like that get woven into this chaff?" Don't be such a misanthrope. You got thirty more years before you can actually pull off. She ran into the bathroom and impatiently pulled a brush through her long, wavy chestnut hair. She scrutinized her outfit in the mirror, deciding that the blue silk dress that came mid-thigh would be appropriate for whatever Jenny had planned for them that night. Looking in the mirror at herself, she saw a fairly average 21 year old woman, who on a good day looked almost pretty. However, outsiders looking at her were usually blown away by her shiny hair, inky blue eyes, pale skin and pouting.