Page 38 of The Writer

Transcript: Audio/video recording (interview room 3, Twentieth Precinct)

Present: Detective Declan Shaw

Detective Jarod Cordova

POI Ruben Lucero

[Shaw] How’s the arm, Lucky? Looks like the docs at Memorial patched you up nice. Want me to sign your cast?

[Lucero] Fuck you. You’re going down for attacking me.

[Cordova] You ran, Mr. Lucero. You resisted arrest. You assaulted an officer, you—

[Shaw] You made me jump off a building, you piece of shit.

[Cordova] Why’d you run?

[Lucero] You busted down my door and came in. You’d run too.

[Shaw] We identified ourselves as NYPD and knocked. We didn’t bust in the dooruntilyou ran. It’s all on tape, Lucky. Don’t bullshit a bullshitter.

[Cordova] If you’d just talked to us, you’d probably be curled up in your own bed right now having happy dreams instead of sitting here talking to us.

[Lucero] Right. Get me a la—

[Shaw] You a big reader, Lucky?

[Lucero] Huh?

[Shaw] We found a lot of books in your place. Seems you must be a reader.

[Cordova] Budding photographer also.

[Shaw] Yeah, that too. You’ve got quite the eye.

[Transcriber note: From a file box, Shaw unpacks numerous books and sets them on the table. He then opens the covers. There are pictures—Polaroids—in each.]

[Shaw] Tell me about these girls.

[Lucero] [Unintelligible mumble.]

[Shaw] Who are they, Lucky?

[Lucero] Just girls. That’s all.

[Shaw] Just girls. Did you hurt them?

[Lucero] No!

[Cordova] We’ve got CSU going through your apartment right now. Are they going to find traces of these girls? Maybe tied to that bed of yours? Handcuffed?

[Shaw] Did you take them and make them piss and shit like animals in that bucket we found? What’d you do with them after?

[Lucero] No! It’s not like that!

[Shaw] It’s not like that. Sure.

[Lucero] My girlfriend likes to be tied up. That’s all that is.