John Doe

One cup of coffee.

John Doe sat inside the interrogation room. He was only a suspect however this did not make the anxious behaviour go away. The reason behind the suspicion was because the coffee room was coated in sticky sickly crimson which was all epicentered from the corpse of Betheny the receptionist. He was certain that there was more than one reason for him being here not only was the fact he was the last one to have a coffee but also his name.                 
     The door slammed loudly as if its hinges flew off. A disproportionate man (more like shuffled due to his small legs) walked towards the desk. Him sitting caused an eruption of squeaks and chalkboard screeches.
"Mr," His voice was gruff as he struggled trying to pronouce John's name.
     This was a common thing for John to be tesed because of his name. Either saying "are you missing or dead" or "John's  good DOE".
     The top heavy man finished slightly laughing and presumed average police behaviour.
"John Doe," he boomed whilst sniggering was audible behind thin one way glass "We have the suspicion to belive that you had something to do with miss pertals death."
"I have no idea why Beth is dead-also that is rather informal behaviour for police officers" John's natural voice purred. He was known for pausing and stuttering with as his coleques know. They also know that he was the 2nd to last to have coffee.
  The police officer had a huge rant about the murder and whatnot. His words falling into a blur of words, sounds and descriptions. The stench of coffee was getting stronger and the light fell into grey. The police officers shadow looming closer and closer, taller and taller yet.
 "Officer David!"
       A voice broke the trance John was in. It wasn't a male's voice and yet it had a threating undertone. She strode in and placed a single cup of Insta Coffee on the steel table.