Damn. You're on a roll
Damn. You're on a roll
So, Officer Legotti is dead. You spent no more than twenty minutes with him in the patrol car, from when he picked you up, to when he dropped you off here. You're in holding, for now. You'll be in holding for at least another 24 hours, and there are always ways we can extend it, if I get creative. You are under suspicion now. So, just tell me, what did you talk to Officer Legotti about during the ride here?
The Prisoner thought about it for a moment.
I had a bad day at work. I got really drunk afterwards, and I may have told him about it.
The Detective, or Officer, or whomever he was, laughed. The veins in his balding forehead popped out while doing so.
Everyone has a bad day at work. I have one almost once a day. And I bitch and moan about it all the time when I come home, God Bless my Wife for putting up with my shit. Officer Legotti had plenty of bad days too, nothing like that would've phased him. There has to be something else.
The prisoner looked at the Officer, or Detective, or Whatever he was, right in the eyes.
And he shed a tear.
I know you have hard days. I bet they are really hard. Most likely harder than any single day I have faced in my entire life. So let's leave it at that. I don't think explaining it would benefit anyone, especially when it is so obvious Officer Legotti killed himself. If I told you... I wouldn't want to be stuck in this cell with your dead body, but I would.
The Officer, or Detective, or whatever he was, balled up his fist in anger, and started to beat the shit out of the prisoner.
>So, Officer Legotti is dead. You spent no more than twenty minutes with him in the patrol car, from when he picked you up, to when he dropped you off here. You're in holding, for now. You'll be in holding for at least another 24 hours, and there are always ways we can extend it, if I get creative. You are under suspicion now. So, just tell me, what did you talk to Officer Legotti about during the ride here?
The Prisoner thought about it for a moment.
>I had a bad day at work. I got really drunk afterwards, and I may have told him about it.
The Detective, or Officer, or whomever he was, laughed. The veins in his balding forehead popped out while doing so.
>Everyone has a bad day at work. I have one almost once a day. And I bitch and moan about it all the time when I come home, God Bless my Wife for putting up with my shit. Officer Legotti had plenty of bad days too, nothing like that would've phased him. There has to be something else.
The prisoner looked at the Officer, or Detective, or Whatever he was, right in the eyes.
And he shed a tear.
>I know you have hard days. I bet they are really hard. Most likely harder than any single day I have faced in my entire life. So let's leave it at that. I don't think explaining it would benefit anyone, especially when it is so obvious Officer Legotti killed himself. If I told you... I wouldn't want to be stuck in this cell with your dead body, but I would.
The Officer, or Detective, or whatever he was, balled up his fist in anger, and started to beat the shit out of the prisoner.
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