Face to Face

He jolted at me startling the guards around the edges of the room.

Spit dripping from the left side of his bottom lip,

Tense anticipation covered every muscle in his face.

His eyes were wide open twitching, 

his crooked teeth pressing against each other and a psychotic grin

lit up the room around me. 

He looked wild. 

But, it didn't bother me.

I knew exactly what he wanted from me but I wasn't going to give it to him.

Instead, I sat still and dropped the file in front of him, taunting him.

I wasn't just another detective, oh no.

I was someone who was going to get every last bit of information right out

of that twisted mind.

I could see right through the headline he hid behind.

The muscles in his face relaxed as he threw himself back into the metal chair.

Every last drop of confidence drained from his eyes, just like that.

The cloth of this straitjacket relaxed as did the rest of him.

He stared at the floor with a depressive look on his face, and 

wiped the spit off his lip with his arm. 

I looked down at my colleague and smiled slightly. 

He was in for the ride of his life, and I was in the front seat.