Detective Benedict: Lisbeth, we know you had something to do with what happened. We know you were there when the explosion occurred. What we don’t know is who else was there. There had to be someone else there, Miss Harrington.
Lisbeth: I have nothing to say that is of any use to you. The ghosts did it.
Detective Mordan: Ghosts? Is that supposed to be funny? You’re a little smart-ass… why don’t you tell us and let us decide. We are detectives in case you didn’t know.
Detective Benedict: Tell us about your relationship to Liam Rider.
Lisbeth: He is my man, we have sex. A lot of sex. In fact, we were doing it so hard that it caused the explosion. Taggert? He was a peeping Tom. He liked that sort of thing; you know how those boys are. Is that what you were looking for?
Detective Mordan: Miss Harrington, you are trying my patience. Answer the question or you’ll spend the night in jail.
Lisbeth: Yea, not likely.
Detective Mordan: What’s that supposed to mean girl?
Lisbeth: What it means, copper, is that you can’t keep me without a charge. And my relationship with Liam is none of your business but he had nothing to do with any of it.
Detective Benedict: Roger, can I have a minute alone with Lisbeth?
Detectice Mordan leaves the room
Detective Benedict: Lisbeth, it’s just you and me now. I know about your parents leaving you when you were little. I know about your aunt sending you to military school where you’ve don’t quite well. You need to give us what you know on this. We can charge you with obstruction of justice and keep you here. Do you know what that will do to your chances of going to college? I don’t want to do that but you aren’t leaving me with much choice.
Lisbeth: You don’t know anything about my parents or me. They didn’t leave me! Go ahead put me in jail it doesn’t matter anyway. I was tied up and kidnapped and I escaped, I can do it again.
Detective Benedict: Kidnapped? By who? The guy who did this? Tell me Lisbeth, let me help you.
Lisbeth: Yes… I mean no… Look, you seem nice but what do you want me to tell you? That Liam and I are lovers? We aren’t. The bag? It’s candy; if you taste it you’ll see that it’s just flavored sugar. Or did you think I was some kind of witch and that was my magic powder or something ridiculous like that? And the next thing you’ll believe is that Liam is some kind of special spirit that can see dead people. Good luck with all that.
Detective Benedict: Candy you say?
Lisbeth: Yes, candy. And the stick as big Roger put it? It’s my magic wand if that’s what makes you happy. Seriously, I arrived late to the party. I found Liam and Taggert hurt so I called for help. So if I can have my wand back I’ll find my black cat and fly home on my
broom if that’s okay with you.
Detective Benedict: That’s your story?
Lisbeth: That’s my story.