Chapter 11
POLICE STATION
Shane, Bo, Jeannie, and J.T. were sitting in Bo's office.
J.T.: I'm not sure about this one, Bo.
BO: Look, she's the best interrogator we have.
SHANE: From what I've seen, she's also completely insane. She has been ever since that incident where she found out that your nephew is gay.
BO: I will admit that her methods are a little bit unorthadox. But, like I said, she's the best we have.
INTERROGATION ROOM
Jeremy is sitting in the room, eating a piece of chicken. There is a wrapping paper from the chicken as well as a drink on a table in front of him. Gabi walks in.
GABI: Hi there.
Jeremy looks at her.
GABI: Don't get up. You're Jeremy Horton, yes?
JEREMY: Yup. And who are you?
GABI: Special Agent Gabriella Hernandez. What are you eating?
JEREMY: Chicken.
GABI: Where did you get it from?
JEREMY: Someone brought it to me.
GABI: Yeah, but be more specific. Where did they get it from? Brown's? KFC?
JEREMY: That new chicken place, Drumstix.
GABI: Drumstix? You know, I've never had Drumstix before. Mind if I have a bite?
Without waiting for an answer, Gabi grabbed a piece of chicken and started eating I.
GABI: Mmm! This is good stuff! What's in that cup?
JEREMY: Pepsi.
GABI: Well, you wouldn't mind if I have a drink to wash this chicken down, would you?
JEREMY (confused): I guess not.
Gabi put down the half-eaten piece of chicken, picked up the drink, took a long drink, and put it back down.
GABI: That was good. Now, down to business. You remember Roman Brady, right, Jeremy?
JEREMY: Yeah, And, before you say anything else, if you're trying to get me to confess to his murder just like Bo and Jeannie did...
Gabi got out a gun and shot at the wall. Jeremy flinched.
GABI: I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration? Continue.
Jeremy's mouth hung open.
GABI: Oh, you were finished? Well, allow me to retort. What does Roman Brady look like?
JEREMY (confused): What?
Gabi stood up and knocked over the table, spilling it's contents onto the floor.
GABI: What country are you from?!
JEREMY (confused): What?
GABI: “What” isn't a country I've ever heard of! Do they speak English in “What”?!
JEREMY: What?
GABI (Yelling): English, Horton! Do you speak it?!
JEREMY (scared): Yes.
GABI: So, you understand what I'm saying?
JEREMY (scared): Yes.
GABI: Describe what Roman Brady looks like.
Jeremy opened his mouth. Gabi pointed her gun at him.
GABI (yelling): Say “what” again! Say “what” again! I dare you! I double dare you, Horton! Say “what” one more time!
JEREMY (scared): He's...he's got brown hair.
GABI: Go on.
JEREMY (scared): He...wear's a cop suit.
GABI: Does he look like a dying animal?
JEREMY (scared and confused): What?
Gabi shot Jeremy in the shoulder.
GABI (yelling, putting emphasis on every syallable): Does he look like a dying animal?!
JEREMY (in pain): No!
GABI (yelling): Then why did you shoot him down like a dying animal?!