The detective walked into the interview room and sat down opposite me, pushing the table into me in an obvious attempt to intimidate me.
"So you wanna confess now?"
I made a show of looking at the seat next to me, with the lack of my attorney there.
"We don't need to bother them, surely?"
I sighed and leaned back in the chair.
"Got a pen and paper?"
He fetched them, and tossed them onto the table. I saw that a confession was already written.
I tore it off, and wrote two words on the new page.
He wasn't happy.
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