Detective Jack Morris had seen it all during his time in the force, but nothing could have prepared him for what was about to happen. He sat across from the suspect, a tall and muscular man with a shaved head named Kane Williams. The room was small, with only a table and two chairs, and the dim light cast a haunting glow over Kane's rugged features.
"Listen, I didn't do nothing wrong," Kane growled, shifting in his seat. "You got nothing on me, so why the fuck am I here?"
Jack leaned forward, placing his hands on the table. "You were seen leaving the scene of a break-in last night. We just need to ask you a few questions."
Kane snorted. "Yeah, right. You want to know if I'm the one who jacked that convenience store, don't you?"
Jack nodded, trying to keep his cool. "That's right."
Kane leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "Well, you're wasting your time, pigs. I ain't saying shit until I get a fucking lawyer."