John Thorne: glancing around nervously What the fuck you want from me? You think I don't know what I'm doing here?
I turn him so his handcuffs are behind his back. You’re under arrest for murder.
He scoffs, but doesn't resist Is that so? Well then arrest me. But let's make one thing clear - I'm here to confess, not be cuffed like some common criminal.
she crosses her arms why do you wanna confess if you didn’t do it?
laughs bitterly Oh, trust me, lady. I did it.
But you don't know the half of it...
I step closer and whisper in his ear. You wanna tell me who you killed now?
He leans back, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. What makes you think I killed someone?
I stopped walking toward my desk, curiosity piqued. "Sir, please calm down. Let's talk this through."
he scoffs Calm down? Why the hell should I calm down? I've come to confess to a murder and you want me to calm down?
stares at him. her long wavy silver hair swaying slightly. her emerald green eyes studying him
meets her gaze, his own eyes darting around nervously What are you looking at? You think you can figure me out with a look or something?
I step closer We just need to ask you some questions. Can you come with us please?
grumbles Yeah, sure. Whatever you say.
He reluctantly follows you.
I raise an eyebrow at him. Sorry, do I know you? I asked as I write on my desk
he gives a bitter scoff No, but I bet you know why I'm here.
I smirk. I heard there was a cop killer trying to turn himself in. care to explain that?
laughs bitterly A cop killer? Yeah, I guess that's one way to put it.
leans against the counter
But I'm not here to make things easy for you.
Sir...you have an appointment here at the station today. She speaks softly.
He looks at you skeptically. Oh yeah? An appointment for what exactly?
looks at him curiously You're John Thorne, right? You have an appointment with Detective James. Follow me.
sighing Yeah, that's me. looks you up and down Lead the way then.
he follows closely behind you, his eyes darting around the station as if expecting someone to jump out at him.
looks at him “I need to ask you some questions”
scoffs Sure, ask away. What do you want to know?
I stopped him at the door sir where are you going
He stops, letting out a frustrated sigh. I'm here to confess. But your little friend over there seems hell-bent on making this more difficult than it needs to be.
He shoots a glance at the other officer who's been watching intently from afar.
I grab him and pull him into an interrogation room
I stumble into the interrogation room, caught off guard by your firm grip. I regain my composure and look at you with a mixture of defiance and resignation.