"Not bad, a bit better than you." Luke pulled out a chair and sat down.
Mamba curled her lips, "If I wasn't changing magazines, you'd be the one dead."
"If you hadn't been changing magazines, I wouldn't have rushed in, let alone only shot your arm."
"Then I should thank you for not killing me."
"Just answer my questions properly."
The dark-skinned woman Mamba laughed, "You're easily satisfied, huh?"
Luke shrugged, "You're not my type."
"Is that why your aim was so accurate?"
Luke chuckled, glancing at his watch, "The doctor has limited visitation time, we need to talk business.
What's your name?"
"Anya Ose."
Luke continued, "In the early hours of December 30th, were you involved in the oil painting heist at the Getty Museum?"
Anya Ose remained silent.
"The infamous 'Black' Mamba dares to shoot it out with cops, but doesn't dare to tell the truth?"
"Is this supposed to provoke me?"
