He looked at me with sincerity and replied, “I’ve never seen that in my life”

 “Stop playing games with me and answer the damn question. We have security footage of you securing the bag. Explain.” 

 His eyes gazed over the bag, a little bit of fear slipping out from beneath him. That told me all I needed to know. I’ve been working in this place for 20 years, detective for 15, and i always know when someone’s lying, but this one, he fought hard, but in the end he failed. Guess the PhD in psychology helped.

 “I seriously have no clue what that bags about!”

I pulled him up out of his chair and grasped on to his chest, hitting him against the wall. My breath was burning in anger above him.

 “Last try, or you can keep being a little bitch, your choice,” I said.

 In my in-ear, i was told to calm it, but this dude wasn’t gonna talk without a bit of action. Instead of what i thought would happen, he laughed in my face, a cruel, grueling laugh and said, “We aren’t in a gay porno, dude, chill out.”

 I released him and guided him back to the chair.

 “You gonna fess up or keep playing round?” I looked at him in the eye, attempting some intimidation, but just a minute ago, that obviously didn’t work. He opened his mouth to speak but seemed like he had no air. He breathed and said,

 “May I call my lawyer?”

I sighed and gave the officer the cue to lead him out.