the suspect
He smiles as he exhales, his eyes obscured shadows. "Now, you ain't gonna go n' try 'n hang yerself with yer tie if I step out for a minute are ya kid?" I chuckle. "You know I just might if it wasn't for the fact that I have far too much contempt for your god to give him the satisfaction of beating me." Good cop, bad cop. I really don't give a fuck. My pain is oxygen and no one in this world has the tools to make me confess to anything. I carry on my assault undaunted, "I hope you brought a book and a pepsi because you're in for a long night scumbag." Unphased he slides a photo across the table as he looks out the window, "You got something to tell me kid?" I look down at the paper and laugh, "This is nothing compared to what I'm about to do to you." This is not an empty threat... Make no mistake about it, things will be different once I have the keys to this town.
"No, I don't want to talk to my lawyer."
"No, I don't want to make a phone call."
He smirks as he pours himself another cup of coffee, "Boy, I reckon you'll fit in just fine here in the year 2012." Ok, maybe I'm starting to get a little scared now.
He's the good cop.