Distortion [STOPPED]

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     "Enough games!" Abe shouts as he throws the wig on the table. He picks up his whiskey glass while Wilford tries to reach his straw and JC watches from the corner.

     "Your ass is mine for the next 24 hours," he starts as he takes a drink and places it back on the table. "And I'm gonna take my sweet time... with that ass."

     He crosses his arms and sits on the desk. "To get, answers out of it... from you," he finishes as the telepath rolls her eyes.

     "W-Well, I-I suppose I could stay here awhile, get comfortable..." he sighs. "Lovely place you got here!"

     He looks around, squinting his eyes. "Could use a bit more color..."

     "Enough! With your bullshit!" Abe yells, standing and throwing his hands up in annoyance.

     "Do you have any remorse?" Abe asks as he takes Wilford's chair and pushes it back. "Any remorse at all for the things you've done or are you too much of a coward to face your crimes?"

     Abe points to the board behind him as Wilford continues to look at him. 

     "Well, there's no need for name-calling! Words can hurt you know, you should be kind and courteous!" the man with the mustache says as the detective lets go of the chair.

     "Name-calling, huh?" Abe chuckles as he walks over to the filing cabinet, Wilford going for his drink again, cocking his head. "And, uh, what name would you prefer, huh?"

     When Abe reaches to pull the drawer open, he struggles with the drawer again. JC summons a wisp that helps Abe open the drawer. He looks at her and nods as he takes out the files. He turns to Wilford as the wisp closes the drawer behind him. The wisp comes back and dances around her fingers.

     "Is it... William J. Butterfield?" Abe asks.

     Wilford chuckles. "Well- Well now, that's a name I-" he stops as Abe throws the file at him. "Oowww."

     "Wilson Jackson Bartholomew the III?" Abe questions, surprise and sarcasm clear in his voice.

     "Well now I actually married into tha-" Abe throws the file at him again. "-aa-at... name..."

     "Wingleheimer!" the detective asks, yet, before he throws the file, he looks at the file again, JC cocking her head. 

     "Wait, just... Wingleheimer?" He raises an eyebrow as he waits for Wilford to answer.

     "Alright, I may have been having a little bit of fun with that one-" Wilford starts but Abe throws the file anyway. "Oo-OW."

      "NAME, AFTER NAME, AFTER name after name!" the detective shouts as he points to the chalkboard with various names. "Just, so you can distance yourself from the real name you should be called."

     "Murderer." Abe says softly.

     Wilford leans over and look at the picture board behind Abe, looking back and forth between the two and the board. His face fades from confusion to recognition.

     "Abe?" Wilford says softly and JC's eyes widen as she uncrosses her arms and steps closer to the two.

     "Abe! Abe, it's been years! How are you? How are you doing? How's the family?" he asks, smiling. Then his gaze shifts to the redhead. "And JC. How are you? Is Lira alright? I haven't seen her since-"

     "Shut up, Will. Leave her name out of your mouth," she states as her eyes flare white. Abe goes over to her and hugs her, clutching her head. She stares at Wilford, who just looks at her, as tears form in her eyes and her breath becomes shaky.