In the Station

"I was in the bar the first time I saw her. Admittedly, I was a couple beers past a pint so I can't be entirely confident in my memories," Larce said.

"When was that?" the police officer asked while taking notes. The pen cap was thoroughly covered with teeth impressions.

Larce twisted his wrist in the handcuff. "Does this have to be so tight? It's digging in."

"Prove you're not dangerous and I'll think about that."

"How can I prove I'm not dangerous while I'm cuffed to this table locked in an interrogation room within a police station?"

The officer bit down on the pen cap with a crunch of plastic.

"The moment before I might be acting like I might become dangerous is when you'll attack me."

"Exactly."