Louise looked to the side over her shoulder and glanced at Violet. She knew her buddy was a tough, street-smart girl but she wasn't sure of how she would respond to interrogation here: would she be able to talk around this guy, see through his deceits, invent lies when needed on the spot? They were both a bit tired, it was near midnight, and none of them were old jaibirds. But she would trust Violet, her friend seemed to be in a slightly more spunky mood.
Tugging silently at her chained wrists, Louise noticed they were tightly fixed, moreover her elbows had been bound together; she leaned very slightly forward, realizing both her ass and her pussy were totally unprotected.
"You're just making things up" she told the cop in a tired voice. "We've been doing no dealing at all, and if we might once have been shagging with some guard, that was just to get some meagre money...hey, to buy smoke and stamps in the jail kiosque. That's it, period." She cocked her head, letting her hair dance, looked with morose defiance at him, and moved close to Violet.