"
"This kid's a walnut," Trevor thought. "I need to come at this from another angle."
"Okay, Mr Wayne," Trevor began again but was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Excuse me, detective," a patrolman said sticking his head in the door."Your ex is outside."
"Tell her I'm busy, damn it!"
"She says it's about the case."
"What do you know about this, Sandi?"
"Those kids are my neighbors, Trevor, Josh and Jerrod McMann. You should know by now that Jerrod doesn't
understand what's going on. You need to stop questioning him and call his father."
"The hell I do. This is a murder investigation."
"Listen to me, Trevor. He's confused and he can get a little aggressive. I'm not going stand by and
allow him to have an 'accident' in there during questioning. You either let me talk to him right
now or I'm going over your head."
"You've got a couple of minutes," Trevor said opening the door.
"Mrs. James, what are you doing here?" Jerrod asked with a wide grin.
"Listen, Jerrod, this is important," Sandi said approaching him. "This detective needs you to answer his questions
as Jerrod, not Batman. Okay?"
Jerrod nodded as Sandi leaned over and whispered in his ear. Then she started eating a cookie.
Jerrod immediately stood up and pulled out his massive cock and started stroking it.
"Shit!" Trevor exclaimed opening the door and shouting "We need a take down in here!"
"Four uniformed and plain clothes officers rushed in just as Jerrod ejaculated in long thick streams all over the
interview table."
Sandi had to suppress a smile. She could never get tired of watching that.
The take down crew pounced on Jerrod, handcuffed him and then dragged him through the squad room to jeers and a
barrage of wadded paper.
A sense of relief washed over Sandi as Jerrod was being taken away. She had dodged a bullet. The feeling didn't
last long. As she passed interview rooms one and two, she saw the Reynolds. She knew Trevor. This was far from
over. He could be like a dog with a bone. A feeling of nausea overcame her as the reality of the events hit her.
Josh was dead. Was she responsible? She couldn't finish her shift. She had to leave.
"What the fuck just happened," Trevor muttered under his breath. Then his pulsed quickened as pieces of the puzzle
started to come together. That dead kid had looked familiar. Now he knew why. He saw him a couple of times when
he picked up his daughters. He would have known that then had there been some ID on the kid. The invasion crew
didn't find what they were looking for. The only reason they would have for taking the kid's wallet was to continue
the search at his house. Trevor's daughters lived next door!
"Harris!" he yelled to a plain clothes officer."Send a couple of units to Sandi's house. I'll explain later."
Now it was personal. The gloves were coming off.
"Let's take it from the top, Mr Reynolds," Trevor said entering interview room one.
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