Ana snorted a little, looking at him with a glare, her arms crossed in front of her chest.
"As if you would honestly care about that, Detective." she snapped a little.

"I would care Ana" James pushed back, "Who else in this department has had as much contact with you as I have?" he asked

Ana shrugged in reply. "Doesn't make you any different than any other cop, doin' his job. I'm street girl, detective, I know I can get into trouble." she said. "If I was afraid of that, I wouldn't be a street girl."

James nodded a bit in reply, he would give her that

Ana looked at him and sighed.

James closed the note pad he had with him, then got up and walked back to the door of the room they were in. "You can go" he said to her as he held the door to the room open. He knew that keeping Ana in the room was not helping either one of them. Let her go and wait for another opportunity he said to himself as he stood there watching her.