Detective Denny Miles and Detective Jensen Lukasky met with Yvette Smith's attorney in the lobby of the Moon Lake Hospital.
"Thank you for coming Mister Ayrdale. We just have a few questions for your client concerning her mother, and possibly the rest of her family history," said Miles, the senior detective on the case.
"I see. Will my client be facing any additional charges as a result of this investigation?" asked the lawyer.
"Depending upon the circumstances, we can't rule out failure to report Margaret Smith's death and not properly dealing with the remains," admitted Detective Lukasky. "We have a suspect in custody concerning other matters in regards to the elder Smith, but we still need to hear your client's side of things before we proceed."
"Certainly detectives. It's in my client's best interests to cooperate with the police in any way she can. Right this way, gentlemen," said Ayrdale, as he led them to Yvette's room.
The guard at the door and the fact that the rogue werevixen was still handcuffed to her bed showed everything was as it should be, considering Yvette Smith was facing a hefty prison sentence for two counts of violating Moon Lake Statute 1-A, turning a normal into a were without their consent, pending the outcome of all the testing and other medical evaluations.
Yvette was lying in her bed, covered by an over-sized hospital gown, in her human form. Being weres themselves, the three men detected the strong scent of a woman having pleasured herself on a frequent basis, but there was no sign of that activity at present.
"Good morning Miss Smith," began Denny. "If you don't mind, we'd like to ask you some questions."
"My schedule is wide open officers," she replied, giving the handcuffs a quick tug to prove she wasn't going any where.
"I'd like to show you some pictures. Could you please tell us if you recognize anyone," said Denny, handing her a set of photographs out of the inner pocket of his jacket.
Yvette started going through the pictures. All were of older gentlemen, each with at least a touch, if not a full head of gray hair.
Not knowing that the other five were all of senior or retired police officers, she stopped at the fourth one and said, "What are you doing with a picture of Uncle Bart?"
"Uncle Bart?" repeated Denny.
"Yes. My mother's brother," explained Yvette.
After arresting Bart Smith on stealing the deceased werevixen's Social Security checks for over a year, Miles and Lukasky had visited the den leader of record for Margaret Smith. But despite his records going back to the early 1920s, there was no Bartholomew Smith listed in connection with the deceased. Not a surprise, considering it looked like the suspect probably spent most of his time working in Canada. They still had calls out to all the other Skulk dens of Moon Lake, but none of those that had called back had no record of a Bart Smith either.
"How well do you know your uncle?" asked Jensen.
"Not very well," admitted Yvette. "I'd see him once every couple of years, whenever he was traveling through the area, but never on a regular basis, or even for very long."
"When was the last time you saw your uncle?" asked Denny, while taking the photographs back from Yvette.
The prisoner had to stop and think about that for a second, before saying, "About a year before my mother kicked me out of her house," Yvette said coldly. "Which would be about three years ago. It's bad enough I never knew my dad, but she kicked me out the summer before I started my junior year of high school. I had to bounce around various friends for help to stay one step ahead of social services and finish high school. I'm not proud of the methods, but I'm damn proud of the results. I made something out of myself. Something far more than my mother ever expected me to be or she ever was."
"And what methods did you have to use?" asked Jensen, to which Ayrdale was about to object, but Denny shook his head negatively.
"Until her looks started failing, mom either worked something she called burlesque, or turned tricks on street corners. Leaving me alone most nights with no one to look after a toddler or the young girl I became. Me? Once I was old enough to know what was going on and how to use my charms, especially after my first transformation, I went after the sugar daddies. They'll never admit it publicly, but there are plenty of lonely, rich weres in Moon Lake who would spent big bucks just to have some company for an evening, even if they didn't get any sex at the end of the night," bragged Yvette. "And mother claimed I'd never amount to anything. HUMPH!"
Her mother was a hooker and she was an underage escort? realized Denny. We'll definitely have to look into that. "Are you still... working?"
"Even if I had the time since starting college, I'm afraid men don't interest me anymore detective since I had the revelation of how screwed up my life was," said Yvette. "I'm gonna get my life straightened out, find me a nice lady someday, and settle down."
Not knowing what to make of that last statement, the detectives just thank Yvette Smith for her time and left the hospital room.
But what surprised them most was running into Doctor Frances Twist in the hallway, who had overheard most, if not all, of their conversation.