“Are you going to sit there in silence and say nothing?” asked Detective Fred Morrisey, pointing a finger at the suspect sitting at the interrogation room table.
Morrisey’s partner, Detective Ron Hayden, tapped Morrisey on the shoulder. “We can’t continue to question him, given that he’s insistent on waiting until his lawyer arrives,” Hayden whispered.
Morrisey waved Hayden away. “Where were you on the night of February 2nd, Mr. Barrett?” Morrisey asked.
“Lawyer,” was all Barrett said.
“Someone’s trying to frame me,” Barrett blurted out, perspiration starting to bead up on his forehead. “I don’t know anything about those forged stock certificates.”
A sardonic grin graced Morrisey’s face. He looked over at Hayden and said, “That’s interesting, Barrett. I never mentioned stock certificates. Did you, Detective Hayden?”
Hayden smiled and shook his head. “No I did not.”
“Open and shut case, Barrett,” Morrisey said. “When your lawyer gets here you might want to advise him to kiss your sorry ass goodbye.”
Written for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (silence), Your Daily Word Prompt (insistent), MMA Storytime (February), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (tell), The Daily Spur (mail), and for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Music Challenge, where the theme is “kiss.” Sorry for the lack of a musical response, Jim.