"Let's get this shit done."
"Language." Arthur murmured between his cough.
I leaned on the wall behind me, folded my arms, and in front of me is a long table where the suspect is in. I looked him in the eyes. Stared at him, and thought of an introduction to start my intermission. But I got distracted. It was because of his eyes. His glare. Him. He looks back at me with those ocean blue eyes. I examine him. He has messy brown hair. Normal facial hair, which adds to his appeal. His lips. His red luscious lips. His veiny arms. His sweat marked on his dark green shirt. I stare back again to his eyes. He's already smirking. His smirk. He already noticed that I got distracted because of him. Now, he has already got me.
No. I can't let that happen. I closed my eyes and shook my head. I shouldn't be thinking of this. I shouldn't be thinking of him. As I opened my eyes, his smirk has gotten better. He must've really read my thoughts because of my actions right now. But his smirk doesn't have an effect on me now.
"Tell me. What exactly did you do?" I finally asked, looking at his beautiful eyes, like I'm searching for something in them, and it's somewhere very deep.
"Oh, me? I, you know, hostage." he giggled. His voice is so mature and low. Just with his voice, he attracts you, he mesmerizes you, drowning you in him. In his lies.
"And?" I ask, telling him to continue. He replies, "Well, before I enter, I easily fought those worthless guards first because they secure the whole place. Then I entered and picked a person. So, I was like, hm... who do I pick?"
He starts to sing eeny-meeny-miny-moe and points fingers in every word in the lyrics. He then picks a lovely innocent girl, locks her in his arms, and puts a gun on her head. "And I was like, 'everybody hands up!' and they did as I say. And I got all the money and after that, I killed them all. The end!"
He applauds and laughs. He really thinks crime is a joke? I've met a several miscreants in the past few years but he's one of a kind. He's a good one. He isn't the type of criminal you want to mess with. But me? I do.
I laughed with him. I can hear their gasps and what?-s. I can feel them surprised from what I did. We laughed for a matter of time, and as soon as he finishes, I raised a finger and I held my other hand on my tummy saying, Hold on a sec, I need to laugh my ass off. Few minutes have passed, and I wiped a fake tear of joy on my eye and threw my last laugh.
"You liar!" I furiously ran into him and threw a crumbling fist into his beautiful face. He touched his right cheek and stared at me. My punch hurt him, but his actions are an act to mock me. I can see blood dripping from the side of his lip. His red, luscious lip.
I raised my right eyebrow and started to speak, "Hostage? Really? Of all of the lies to pick, why not the truth? First of all, you fought guards. You fought the worthless guards. Which means, you broke in, while using the entrance? Then how do you explain the shattered glass? The glass debris, scattered all over the ground outside? You broke in using the glass wall.
After that, you picked a person to hostage? Eeny-meeny-miny-moe? No. You immediately killed everyone you see as you broke in. Every. Single. One. That also explains the blood and dead people everywhere. The Police department said that no one was inside the building, except for you.
Lastly, you stole all the money after you have controlled the people. Um, excuse me? This building is a commercial agency. Not a bank. For a criminal, you're good. But for a person? You're stupid." I took a last look into his ocean blue eyes and rolled at them. He is handsome, but he's not my type. I snatched my leather jacket from Arthur and went outside.
