Did someone say excerpt?

I've finally had time to look for it, so here it is, folks. The long awaited excerpt from #1. I searched for a piece that is interesting enough to post, yet doesn't give away much of the plot, genre, or characterization. All you really find out for sure is three of the characters' names. But are they the main characters? I'll never tell.

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This excerpt is rated R for light profanity. If you will be offended by it (Mom, et. al.) do not read it. I won't be responding to comments about language. That said, I hope you enjoy it, and yet you remain in the dark about any important details!
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Jeremiah poured himself a cup of coffee from the carafe in the main room of the police station. Looking down into his cup, he blinked in horror at the black, oily swill. So the cliché of bad PD coffee was true, he thought. Damned if he didn’t doctor it up and drink it anyway.

He had been pacing the dirty brown, low-pile carpet for nearly half an hour, all the while glaring daggers at the various officers seated at their desks. “Chief got held up,” they had said. Bullshit. Jeremiah knew that they had left Isla twisting in the wind to try and scare her into giving something up. Problem was, there was nothing to give up.

All it was really going to do was piss her off and make her less cooperative. He could practically feel her energy simmering across his skin. He wondered that the officers couldn’t feel it too.

He turned his head at the perfect moment to catch sight of Isla’s falsely angelic smile fill the closed circuit monitor. As quickly as that happened, the feed snowed out and switched off. And the wires running to the monitor sparked, just for good measure.

Cursing under his breath, Jere looked around to see if anyone saw what happened. A tubby officer got up from his desk to slap the monitor a couple of times, then shrugged and sat back down. Thank fuck he didn’t make any connection with the woman in the room. Keep it together, Isla, he thought.

Finally, Chief Sinclair emerged from his office looking grim. He nodded to Jeremiah, but said nothing as he made his way down the hall to the interrogation room. As the Chief disappeared behind the beat up metal door, Jeremiah clenched his fists and resumed pacing. This was not going well.

I submitted queries to two more agents tonight. We'll see what comes of that. Until next time, little darlings.