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He beckoned for Jessica to follow him into the interrogation room where Markle was waiting. The door opened smoothly, and locked with a small click once Jessica was in. James stood opposite of where the suspect sat. He didn't want to sit down, to lower himself to the level that Markle was at and make them 'equals'. He wanted Markle to be afraid. Afraid, and worried enough to talk.
And Markle did talk. About nothing that had to do with the murders, of course.
βWhy m' I here?β
James stayed silent, trusting Jessica to take his lead.
βYou got no right! No right!β
Markle's voice quivered a bit. James just waited.
βI didn't do nothin' wrong! I didn't!. You got no right to keep me here!β
James slapped the manila file folder he had been holding onto the table, just out of Markle's reach. Markle jumped, startled at the sudden action and sound.
βWhat's that?β He asked, his voice still quivering. Obviously he was nervous.
βYou don't know?β James asked, his voice monotone. All business. βThese are pictures of the people you killed.β
βI didn't kill no one.β Markle folded his arms across his chest and shoved himself back in his seat. He looked angry, but James didn't miss the ever so slight upturn of the guy's lips. Not the smartest killer, Markle.
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