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Chicago, Illinois
He slouched further into his seat, growing impatient with the detectives. Neither one of them could get any information out of him, he wouldn't dare allow it. By now, he was growing tired of them interrogating him and he was ready to head out.
"Look, you're going to have to say something!" A detective barked, not knowing that he would regret that later.
If you say nothing, they don't have anything to use against you. Stay quiet.
Listening to his wise conscience, Laz kept his lips sealed and studied the detective's name tag. His eyes ran over the silver badge.
Tomilson. He mentally recorded the last name in his photographic memory.
"Forget that, you know he's not going to talk. He's been in this position before. We have to be smarter than he thinks he is." A second detective spoke.
Laz looked to her, his eyes watching her every move. She was afraid.
"Well, what are we to do then?"
"Let him go." She met Laz's gaze, her eyes instantly breaking away.
"Detective, do you know what we'll lose here?" Officer Tomilson's face held unbelief.
"Yes, but we'll be here all night if we continue this any further. Let him leave."
Detective Tomilson sighed and made his way over to Laz, who was only on the opposite side of the table. He reached for Laz's hands and uncuffed them, letting them free. He got down in his face, his beer laced breath filling the suspect's nostrils.
"Listen, you delinquent. I don't know what you're up to yet, but I'm gonna find out. You may have gotten off the hook yet again, but next time you're mine."
Laz rolled his dark eyes, not feeling threatened at all. He raised his now free hands to give his knuckles a little crack. After wiggling his fingers, he got up from his seat.
"I'd like to say that might be true, but you won't see me again." He spoke, his voice thundering deeply.
After that, Laz exited the room and soon the police station as well. As if right on time, his one and only trustworthy friend pulled up in an all black SUV.
Getting in, Laz looked to him in expectation.
"Did you get everything packed?"
His friend nodded. "I've got it. You set? Did you tell them anything?"
Laz shook his head. "No, you know I couldn't ever do that."
Little did Laz know...he gave away more information than he intended to.
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