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Detective Sam drew his seat closer to the desk and sat down facing Drandon, the suspect. The bulb in the interrogation room was shining dimly and barely lit up the faces of the two men. Sam took out a pack of cigarette from the side pocket of his jacket, he drew out one stick and tapped the butt against the table then place it in between his lips. He reached for his breast pocket and took out a lighter. Drandon was watching every movement with a kind of interest. He knew the detective was trying to calm his nerves, he had seen such a show before.
After four or five puffs, the detective now brought down his face so he could look the suspect directly in the eyes. Beads of perspiration had begun to form on Drandon's forehead.
"Is the room hot or is it just the tension heating you up?" Detective Sam fired the first shot.
Drandon remained quiet but he still held the gaze.
"We already know who you are, what you 've done and what you plan on doing. We know the list we found on you is a hit list, men you wish to take, influential men but what we don't know is who sent you", detective Sam said calmly.
Drandon smiled.
He knew they won't get the truth out of him. He will soon be released once the right men get to hear about his arrest.