"Anything else you could elaborate on detective?" Zoe stood there dressed in a sharp black pants suit, waiting on the NYPD detective to finish his morning coffee while he lazily thumbed through the folder on his desk. "I believe I don't need to remind you in the nature of this case." "I understand completely and in fact I respect the FBI, even more so than I do you." He never looked up from the steaming cup of coffee, sipping slowly to further drive home the point of his attitude. Trying to not lose patience and simply control him to do her bidding, Zoe waited "Very well then, answer this question then. What precisely did your partner say to her?" Slowly he looked up to her with a cold, uncaring glare "He told her to not kill the guy. She ignored him and slit his throat so my partner shoot at her and that's when shit went crazy."