The Novelist
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Category:
G through L › Law & Order
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,622
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own Law and Order or the characters on the show. I'm not making any money from this story. I do own my own original characters.
Double Ouch
*Dum dum*
NYPD OFFICE
“Thanks for coming in again, Maggie,” Eames said as she shut the door of the interrogation room. “I know it’s a long drive.”
“It’s only an hour,” Maggie shrugged. “I probably don’t get out enough, actually. I spend a lot of time glued to my laptop, y’know?”
Eames smiled and Goren winced inwardly. His partner could smile at Charles Manson and make it look sincere. Maggie had a blue sundress on today, but her hair was still up. He thought she looked pretty.
He sat at the table next to Eames. “We wanted to talk to you about this,” he said, passing a laminated copy of the review to her.
Maggie read the first couple of lines and chuckled. “Yeah, I have a copy of that at home. That was the worst review I ever got, but at least she was well-spoken and polite about it. You should see some of the mail I get.”
“You mean hate mail?” Eames said.
“Yeah,” Maggie nodded. “All my mail goes to the publishing house and once a month, they send a courier out with a huge box of it. It usually takes me a day to go through it all. Half of it is hate mail and the rest is fan stuff... autograph requests, recipes, baked goods... sometimes I’ll get a manuscript, but usually the publisher weeds those out and throws them in the trash for me.”
“What do you do with the hate mail?” Goren asked. A nutty fan was a much more appealing idea to him than having Maggie as a suspect.
“There’s a barrel behind the garden shed,” Maggie said. “I just chuck it in and light a match. I don’t want the garbage men or anyone else to see it.”
Eames looked at Goren out of the corner of her eye. They needed to get their hands on that mail.
“Why am I here?” Maggie said, suddenly.
“We’re just checking out every possible lead,” Eames said. “It might just be a coincidence, but both of these murders have a tie to you.”
“What?” Maggie snapped, sitting back in her chair like she’d been burned. “I haven’t done anything to anyone!”
“We’re not saying that you did,” Goren said, quickly. “We’re just kicking some ideas around. We’re hoping that you’ll help us a little. Be our window into the writing world.”
“Are you detaining me?” Maggie asked.
“No,” Goren said. “We just wanted to talk to you, but you’re free to go at any time.”
“Good,” Maggie said, standing. She reached into her satchel and pulled out a card. She set it on the table in front of Eames. “If you want to contact me again, talk to my lawyer. That’s his number.” She grabbed her jacket off the back of the chair and walked out.
“Ugh,” Goren grunted and leaned back in his chair. He rubbed his eyes. So much for that. There was no way he’d see her again. Eames patted his shoulder and stood to go back to her desk. She understood and that made him feel a little better.
“Come on, Bobby,” she said. “Let’s get our hands on her mail.”
NYPD OFFICE
“Thanks for coming in again, Maggie,” Eames said as she shut the door of the interrogation room. “I know it’s a long drive.”
“It’s only an hour,” Maggie shrugged. “I probably don’t get out enough, actually. I spend a lot of time glued to my laptop, y’know?”
Eames smiled and Goren winced inwardly. His partner could smile at Charles Manson and make it look sincere. Maggie had a blue sundress on today, but her hair was still up. He thought she looked pretty.
He sat at the table next to Eames. “We wanted to talk to you about this,” he said, passing a laminated copy of the review to her.
Maggie read the first couple of lines and chuckled. “Yeah, I have a copy of that at home. That was the worst review I ever got, but at least she was well-spoken and polite about it. You should see some of the mail I get.”
“You mean hate mail?” Eames said.
“Yeah,” Maggie nodded. “All my mail goes to the publishing house and once a month, they send a courier out with a huge box of it. It usually takes me a day to go through it all. Half of it is hate mail and the rest is fan stuff... autograph requests, recipes, baked goods... sometimes I’ll get a manuscript, but usually the publisher weeds those out and throws them in the trash for me.”
“What do you do with the hate mail?” Goren asked. A nutty fan was a much more appealing idea to him than having Maggie as a suspect.
“There’s a barrel behind the garden shed,” Maggie said. “I just chuck it in and light a match. I don’t want the garbage men or anyone else to see it.”
Eames looked at Goren out of the corner of her eye. They needed to get their hands on that mail.
“Why am I here?” Maggie said, suddenly.
“We’re just checking out every possible lead,” Eames said. “It might just be a coincidence, but both of these murders have a tie to you.”
“What?” Maggie snapped, sitting back in her chair like she’d been burned. “I haven’t done anything to anyone!”
“We’re not saying that you did,” Goren said, quickly. “We’re just kicking some ideas around. We’re hoping that you’ll help us a little. Be our window into the writing world.”
“Are you detaining me?” Maggie asked.
“No,” Goren said. “We just wanted to talk to you, but you’re free to go at any time.”
“Good,” Maggie said, standing. She reached into her satchel and pulled out a card. She set it on the table in front of Eames. “If you want to contact me again, talk to my lawyer. That’s his number.” She grabbed her jacket off the back of the chair and walked out.
“Ugh,” Goren grunted and leaned back in his chair. He rubbed his eyes. So much for that. There was no way he’d see her again. Eames patted his shoulder and stood to go back to her desk. She understood and that made him feel a little better.
“Come on, Bobby,” she said. “Let’s get our hands on her mail.”