I peer intently at the man seated in front of me, his face distorted by the fluorescent lights cast down from above. I let out a huff, is this really how I’m spending my Friday night? When I was called in for an emergency questioning, I was excited. But this fool isn’t worth my time. I know I’m younger than most detectives, but I still do deserve valid cases. His already transfigured face was twisted into smile as he recounted his version of the events that never happened. Of the murders he had supposedly committed the night before. I shoot him another exasperated look as I inform him that those murders, in fact, never happened. There were no calls to our department, no accounts from neighbors in the surrounding area at the time, and no evidence …show more content…
I try to find more information about the victim, and come across a manila folder in the same room where we found the address. From the file, I gathered that the victim was James Sawyer, a 41-year-old husband and father of 2 who was an accountant. I feel trepidation seep into my bones as I ponder for the millionth time today if the young man I was interrogating earlier could possibly be telling the truth. Before I could even process it, my legs carry me to the same room where I dreaded to be not even an hour ago. “How?” I demand. He looks up, his face appearing ten times more menacing than before, most likely because I know he is a murderer …show more content…
You can do that, right detective?” He’s really pushing it right now, but I know for a fact that if I don’t do this there will be more deaths that I can prevent. Vexed, I evacuate everyone from the department, but keep three people around the corner of the block just in case. I walk back into the room, disconcerted. He can tell by the expression on my face that I’ve done what he asked. “I’m glad we have an understanding. Let’s begin.” I sit and listen in shock, diligently taking down notes on what he’s saying. He goes into depth about why he chose to do what he did, and then starts talking about James