"Nothing suits me like a suit." I said, straightening my collar. "Except Kevlar. I look damn fine in Kevlar." I grinned mischievously at the officer in front of me, eyeing his vest. The officer just rolled his eyes.
The police had nothing on me. They were obviously desperate. The only way they were going to get a conviction was through a confession, which I would never give up. I might as well have some fun while I'm here, right?
I toyed with my handcuffs. A red ring was starting to appear on my wrists. That's the annoying part of handcuffs, but other than that they can be useful weapons. If only I had a paperclip...
The officer was watching me intently, almost glaring at me. He had smart hazel eyes with little gold flecks sprinkled throughout the iris. They were warm eyes. The kind of eyes that were absolutely useless in an interrogation, save for seduction. My eyes on the other hand fit my occupation perfectly. I had disarming icy-blue eyes that seemed to pierce people to their core. I always liked my eyes, but I always thought that brown eyes would make me less conspicuous.
The rest of the officer's features were stiff like he'd never had a night out in his life. His bushy eyebrows took attention away from his large forehead and receding hairline. He was old, as evidenced by his graying hair and crow's feet. But his thin and tight smile showed that he was stern. His jawline kept jumping as he gritted his teeth and I watched it with intrigue. He should have a better poker face.
We were in a typical interrogation room. It was white with bright lighting to make people uncomfortable and bare to make them lonely. Good thing I don't need human connection. Just as I started analyzing the floor pattern, the door swung open. An officer shuffled through the door, dragging a cart with a polygraph machine resting on the top.
"Ooh, a polygraph. Now the fun begins!" I patted the table, creating a small drum-roll. Beating a polygraph presented an interesting obstacle that I didn't get to tackle often. I welcomed the challenge.
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