IND. CHLOE DECKER OF FOX'S LUCIFER. PRIVATE, SELECTIVE, EXCLUSIVE. ESTABLISHED JULY 2016. WRITTEN BY BECCA, SHE/HER, CST. PAGES UNDER CO !
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NAME : CHLOE DECKER AGE : THIRTY - THREE HEIGHT : FIVE FEET, SIX INCHES WEIGHT : 125 LBS HAIR : DIRTY BLONDE EYES : STRIKING BLUE SEX / GENDER : CIS FEMALE SPECIES : HUMAN LOCATION : LOS ANGELES, CA
FAMILY : PENELOPE DECKER ( MOTHER ), BEATRICE "TRIXIE" ESPINOZA ( DAUGHTER ), DAN ESPINOZA ( EX - HUSBAND ). FATHER'S NAME UNKNOWN ( ALSO A COP ).
SCARS : THROUGH - AND - THROUGH BULLET WOUND UNDERNEATH HER LEFT COLLARBONE ( SHOT BY JIMMY BARNES, SAVED BY LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR. ) .
OCCUPATION : FORMER ACTRESS, CURRENT HOMICIDE DETECTIVE WITH THE LOS ANGELES POLICE DEPARTMENT .
YOU ACTUALLY LAUGH WHEN she calls you gandhi, accepting the handcuffs with ease. there’s no reason to be worried or anxious, seeing as there’s only two options ahead. either she puts you in jailor she doesn’t. a predictable future. it’s comforting. there’s a carefree nature to your smile as you look at her. she’s pretty, if you pay attention. and this time you do, as she clamps the metal rings around thick wrists. you won’t act on it though. you never do.
‘if you wanted to handcuff me & take me with you, all you had to do was ask.’
typical. ‘ ––––––– mm. you, uh, remember that whole right to remain silent thing ? why don’t you go ahead & give it a shot. ’
she’s maybe a two on the exasperation scale, otherwise unfazed : he isn’t the first to pull this routine & he probably won’t be the last. once he’s secured in the back seat, she climbs behind the wheel — cuts a glance at him in the rearview before keying the ignition & shifting into drive. california state law allows for a 48 - hour hold, then they either charge him or let him walk.
so, NO PRESSURE.
‘ & you can wipe that look off your face, too. my partner’s got a real talent for making people talk. ’
‘ –––––– yeah, sure it is. that’s your thing, huh ? mind over matter ? seems kinda zen for a guy in your position, don’t you think ? ’
a tic of her jaw, steel gaze leveled as she swaps out her glock for a pair of handcuffs. everything they have is arguably circumstantial at this point, but it’s enough for probable cause ; more than enough to bring him in, & that’s all she needs. metal snaps against wrists, a satisfying click as the mechanism locks. one hand braces against his forearm while the other presses into his shoulder to steer him towards her car.
‘ save it for the interrogation room, gandhi. you’re coming with me. ’
