Cigarettes Cigarette smoke created abstract images in the air that were immediately dissipated at the slightest breath or word. He flicked the smoked butt into a corner and looked at the interrogator. “Hey, I told you. I don’t know nothin’.” He was careful to accentuate the last word by waving his hand and attempting a fake Italian accent. He wasn’t Italian, he had piercing blue eyes that seemed to see through you without …showed first 75 words of 1501 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1501 total…lying in an alley. She probably did something that made you mad, you lost it and grabbed a knife.” He looked down at his cigarette, thinking about the words he had just spoken. He took a long drag and threw it on the floor. He ground it out with the tip of his boot. “Yeah, I bet you did.” He opened the door, hearing the click of the door opening, and stepped out. THE END