[ WP ] You are the detective in charge to investigate the murder you commited

`` Detective, so glad you could come,'' he grinned at me from the seat of his car, the window rolled down just enough for us to talk to each other. He knew me too well to give me the chance to make a grab for his. An inch of space was all I would be given. 
 
 `` What do you want, Clinton?'' I replied, hardly in the mood for idle chat. He frowned at me accusingly then, pursing his lips and tutting gently. 
 
 `` Why so serious, Michael? I'm just trying to be friendly,'' he grinned again, `` Did n't your mother ever teach you manners?'' 
 
 I did n't even bother to give him a reply to that. I just stared at him, daring him to continue this farce. 
 
 `` Enough,'' I said firmly, gritting my teeth as I did so. 
 
 `` Am I beginning to test your patience, Michael?'' 
 
 `` Maybe you are, Clinton. Perhaps you should just get to the point.'' 
 
 He seemed almost disappointed then, slumping back in his chair in a manner that was reminiscent of a child that had been caught misbehaving. He paused for several moments, focussed intently at the dashboard. I just waited for him to reply. 
 
 `` Tell me, have you found anything yet?'' he whispered softly, turning slowly to look at me, a faint twitch in the corner of his mouth. I met his gaze with an icy stare, my lips tight. He chuckled once, briefly. 
 
 `` Have. You. Found. Anything?'' he repeated, obviously trying to elicit some reaction from me. I would give him nothing. 
 
 `` I know that look,'' he ventured, `` You have n't have you?'' 
 
 I looked away for the briefest of moments. But not brief enough. 
 
 `` I fucking *knew* it! What's wrong Michael? Lost your game?'' 
 
 He paused again, waiting in vain for a retort from me. 
 
 `` Or perhaps you *have* figured it out already? But you do n't want people to know for some reason?'' 
 
 Placing a finger on his chin, he rolled his eyes mockingly. 
 
 `` Now why would that be?'' 
 
 He gasped in an overly comic fashion. 
 
 `` What if?'' he began, `` What if the truth would ruin you? Is there something you've done that you do n't what people to know, eh, Michael?'' 
 
 He'd finally done it. I lost my nerve. Bringing a hand to my hip, I felt the space where my holster used to be, but grabbed only air. 
 
 `` Oh, what a shame, Michael,'' he teased, `` No weapon.'' 
 
 `` I'll fucking kill you,'' I hissed. He just smiled and rolled up the window, pointing down at the lock as it clicked into place. 
 
'Sorry, I ca n't hear you,' he mouthed. I punched the window, making a satisfying thump as it connected. As the engine ignited, he began to laugh inside as I watched the car pull away from me.
