“Mistress, just tell us already. Tell us who did it and you can go free,” he said softly. He wanted the criminal not her.
“Forgotten faces. Guarded,” she whispered. God. Just give us a name already, he thought. He leaned over the table, and stopped inches from her face.
“Hell, just tell me a name. You can spare me the details. I just want a name,” he said very slowly. He knew she was smart enough to understand what he was saying.
“Generation lost. Land of confusion. Heaven knows,” she said quietly. She shook her head.
“I don’t think that we have a prayer of getting anything out of this psycho,” he whispered to his partner. She glared at him.
“Tenthousand fists come. The good left undone. Audience of one will attack. Only behind close doors,” she hissed.
“She wont tell us anything. Let’s go,” his partner said.
“You know what. Fuck the system. I defy you,” she said in a low voice.
“Who did it?” he asked.
“He did,” she pointed at his partner.