”So, you were inside doing paper work all day… ’on your feet’?” She teased gently.

Elisa smiled. Was it just her, or was she being flirted with, just a little? Or, maybe ’played with’ would be more accurate? She wasn’t quite sure how she felt about that. If it was even true. ”Uh, no. I’ve got more sense than that, thank you. If I’d stared at paperwork that long, I think I’d have been getting a ride to the nuthouse, in a nice padded truck.”

”What then?” Dominique asked, frankly, enjoying herself. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d enjoyed talking with someone so much, besides Una of course.

”What is actually a who – A lowlife by the name of Tony Dracon.” She explained.

”I’ve heard of him.” Dominique replied. ”You were… hunting him, I take it?” She asked.

”You could say that, I guess.” Elisa closed her eyes a moment then opened them. ”I… with a job like mine, you hear allot of stories, you know? My dad never came home. My sister says she falls down a lot, but I don’t believe her. There was a fire, my whole life up in smoke. I guess I must just have been careless. My daughter, she hung out with the wrong crowd, got messed up with drugs, now she’s pregnant and she doesn’t know who the father is, but the boy who gave her drugs won’t leave her alone. My husband never came home, someone shot him for his wallet. Why can’t the police do anything? Why can’t you… it’s my job, it’s the police’s job to protect our community. Protect the people who can’t protect themselves. Well, a lot of those stories I keep hearing? One of the names that keeps coming up when I look into them?”

”Tony Dracon…” Dominique supplied.

”Tony Dracon. So, I guess I just decided to make him my personal project. When I have the time.” She looked down at her plate. ”Today, around eleven, I got called in on a murder. No proof, probably won’t ever be any proof, but I’m… I’d really be surprised if Dracon wasn’t behind it. So, I did what I’m supposed to. I was a cop; I talked to witnesses, followed leads…”