Good PatRiot (boyxboy)

Questioning

A fist met the cool cement brick walls of the police headquarters. Jason Grant was mad. No, strike that, he was fuming. Never before had an interrogation session left him so agitated. He was in there for hours already with no sign of the annoying little rich kid cracking. "Sophie, this little shit's not talking," he all but growled at his only team member still at the precinct.

Sophie just blinked up at him sagely. "He will," she pulled his hand away from the wall rubbing the tender knuckles, "just calm down, go in there and ask smart questions."

She watched as the man took a few deep breaths and turned back to the door. Opening the door, Jay walked over to the table and began questioning their person of interest again. Sophie listened in from the outside, watching the scene unfold from the one-way window.

The first aggravating session that Jason had conducted with Patric Riot had focused on Marjorie Johnson. The boy was adamant that he had nothing to do with her, but admitted to being with her most of the day. Apparently he left about an hour and a half before the suspected time of the murder, and was working on a mural for the old woman when he was apprehended by the police. Further incriminating evidence was the off white spray paint can that was left in his bag. It was an analyzed match to the paint flakes found at the crime scene. Yet the kid denied that even being his paint. Said the color was ugly and he would never use it for anything.

Patric sighed as the man questioning him came in for round two. He just didn't understand what was happening. Mrs. Johnson was dead? He had just been with her that morning. It didn't seem real. And the police seemed to think he was responsible for all of this. Based on spray paint. There had to be more evidence than that. Nobody could be convicted on spray paint alone. Could they? He sure hoped not or he was royally fucked.

Jason sat down at the table glaring at the chained punk on the other side. He just screamed rich kid. His hair was dyed a borderline bleach blond and his clothing looked expensive. There was this air to him that said he was riding on daddy's coat tails and would never have to actually be a functioning contributing member of society. He could just go crying to daddy like the sniveling little silver spoon licking shit he was. And he vandalized on top of that. It was well known that Patric Riot had been given several tickets for defacement of property. But he had never had to pay any of them. Something about the person deciding that they actually wanted the graffiti there, like they commissioned it or something. Jason knew better than to believe that. It was that damn silver spoon known as daddy's connections. He was sure the man had paid the person big to look the other way as their property was defaced.

"Okay, so clearly we're not getting anywhere with Marjorie Johnson. Let's try some of the other names on this little list," Jason growled out trying his best to intimidate the kid across from him.

Unimpressed with the cop's roughness Patric answered with a question, "Just out of curiosity, how many names are on that list?" He wanted to know exactly how many people he supposedly killed.

"I'm asking the questions," the man barked out. Patric had the strange feeling his bark was probably not worse than his bite.

He gave a placating gesture as best he could with his hands cuffed to the chair. "By all means, ask away," then he waited for Jason to question him.

The man sat up straighter and seemed to pull an I-pad out of nowhere. Clearly questioning a suspect has entered the 21stcentury, Partic thought drolly as he waited patiently for the brutish cop to fumble his way to the right page.

Then the questioning began. "Where were you on the night of August 13, 2015?"

Patric did everything in his power to prevent himself from rolling his eyes, but judging by the deepening scowl on Jason's face, he didn't succeed. "I can barely remember what I ate for breakfast, and you want me to remember what I was doing back in August? Are you going to ask that for every single person?"