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PI Javier Ramirez had been working on the case his whole carrier, but the LAPD had only granted him 30 minutes with Miguel Narvaez. “Lack of professionalism,” they said. “Obstruction of Justice,” they said. He smirked and twirled the item he held in his right hand as he entered the interrogation room. Well, he did have a reputation to uphold.
"I brought some barbeque sauce for ya, son," he said to the man on the other side of the table and slammed the bottle down in front of him, "because I’m ‘bout to grill you on Toto and The Cactus."
Miguel grinned at it, glinting on the table under the harsh light of the interrogation room lamps, then looked back at Javier, eyes glittering. “It’s supposed to be used on pork, not by pork. And you pigs can’t bring the heat,” he said. He used both handcuffed hands to gently bat the bottle of KC Masterpiece back towards Javier.
Javier scowled and thought of Miguel’s record. Money laundering, tax evasion, illegal gambling. He didn’t get the nickname Sick Burn ‘cause of arson.