Cool, Calm Professionals in Action
Marcy and I are in the interrogation room with a killer. Anti-social personality type.
I tell him he’s a piece of shit and that his bogus psychotic act won’t cut it.
“Relax, JJ,” Marcy tells me. “I got this.”
“Like that rapist that walked yesterday after your botched interrogation?”
Marcy gets in my face. She’s spitting as she shouts at me.
The lieutenant bursts through the door and violently drags us both out. The killer smirks as we’re leaving. He knows we’re buffoons.
We’ll take him on again in a few minutes.
He bought the act. Let the games begin.
Prompt: congenital unsociability