Michael

"Just tell me what happened. We can work to get you a lower sentence if you comply with us, Michael." The man speaks, desperate to get a taped confession out of me. I would never be so stupid.

I lift both of my hands to my face, hundreds of beads of sweat pooling in my palms as they fall off my forehead. Don't they know what air conditioning is around here?

"I already told you what happened. Now let me talk to Daniella!" I shout. His questions are doing nothing but annoying me at this point. This incessant badgering needs to stop or I will shove both of my fists down his throat. This constant questioning is killing me.

I just want to go home and take a nap.

"Daniella is outside waiting for us to finish in here. But I'm not allowed to let you see her until you confess and tell us what happened. That's policy." He sits down at the table across from me, spinning the chair around so the back is pressed against his chest.

"I'm not going to confess to something just so I can see Daniella. That is forcing a confession. You can get stripped of your badge for that." I remind him what he is asking me to do. I would do anything to see Daniella. But if I do this, I might never get to see her again. I have to keep that in mind. She is too important to lose like this.

"Look, we know you did it. We have your prints and DNA all over the crime scene." He sighs, placing both of his hands on the table. "There is no getting yourself out of this without a few years of time minimum. You could even get as much as life in prison for this."

"My prints are all over this town. As well as this country and pretty much the entire world. If you haven't noticed, I'm kind of a celebrity." I smirk. How is he going to build a case around me in court if I have that fact to my advantage? No lawyer would ever be able to argue with that. Just because my prints are there, doesn't mean anything. My prints are also on some kid's book in China or America. They are everywhere.

"I don't need all of your smart ass comments, sir." He stands and leans against the glass. "I'm just trying to get these men justice."

Those men don't deserve justice.

"I'll stop if you let me see Daniella." I offer him a deal.

"I'm afraid I can't do that until we are finished in here." He replies. Why does he have to be so stubborn? All I'm asking is to talk to Daniella for a little while- to make sure she is okay. Is that really too much to ask? Two minutes with her?

"Well, I can tell you that I'm finished talking. So let me see her or so help me God I'll-"

"Are you threatening an officer?" He asks before I can finish my sentence.

"The answer to your question would be a no. You didn't let me finish what I was saying. So I didn't get to the threat part yet." I explain.

"What makes you think I would let you see that poor, unlucky girl now? After the way you are treating me?" He asks.

"You are the one who violently manhandled her earlier. Should I get a lawyer for her? I could have hundreds of them swarming this place within minutes who would be dying to take a high profile case like this. To take down the corruption in the justice department." I smirk. "Let me see Daniella and I won't file a suit."

"Fine." He sighs, realizing I am not giving up without a fight. For him being so strict about policy, he sure did cave really quick. I am surprised that worked so well.