Detective Hart

(The following is really nothing of any use execpt to certain people.)
The room is supposed to be white; it is when someone cleans it at least. One metal table, one mirrored wall, and three metal chairs. Two of them unused on one side of the table one with a man handcuffed to it facing the mirror. There’s also two other people in the room pacing on the other side of the table. These men are the two responsible for the thirds being here. Your standard detective uniform; cheap suits and coffee stains, clean shave and short cut hair. The captive sits calm as he was when they picked him. His clothes still covered in the boy’s blood.
“You ready to talk yet?” the token black cop asked slamming his hands on the table.
The prisoner smiled and slowly lifted his eyes to meet the other detective’s badge.
He was Detective Hart, and his partner Detective Conn. Both had spent more time cleaning their badges than doing the job the earned them doing.
“Do you use a wax on those, I mean that shine is great.” He said staring at the white cop.
“I’m gonna shine it with your face if you don’t start talking.” Conn replied.
“I wasn’t talking to you, I was asking Detective Hart, or do you shine his too?”
Conn began walking around the table when Hart spoke up.
“Leave him alone Conn, he’s hoping we do something he can use in court.”
The man looked up at Detective Conn
“If you so much as breathe on me, I’ll become your on personal hell.”
Conns body tensed up and he returned to the other side of the room and whispered to Hart “just give me 5 minutes” to which Hart replied “Go get some coffee, and cool off, your letting him get in your.”
Conn looked over at the prisoner and walked out of the room.
“So you wanna tell me why you are covered in that boy’s blood?”
“Where should I start?”
“How about at the beginning?” Hart said taking a seat at the table.
The man leaned back in his seat and looked at the mirror.
“I hope they get all of this, I hate repeating myself.”
Hart looked over his shoulder “I’m sure they won’t miss a beat.”
Turning back to the criminal he sat back his chair, “anytime your ready slick.”
“I guess it all really started at the fight.”
“What fight is this, was it last night?”
“No it was 90, are you going to keep jumping in or can I tell you the story?”
“This better have something to do with the kid damn it, I don’t care about your life story.” Hart robbed his eyes and then looked back across the table “Go on.”
“Right, like I said, the fight. I don’t think any of us really thought that fight would be fair, hell I don’t think any of us really cared. We were waiting for something; I mean we had been sitting around for months doing nothing. Well not all of us, some of us had a life. But not the kinda thing we should have been doing.
Hart interrupted “right there was a fight, anyone die? Or can we move on?”
“O a lot of people died, it was a bad day for everyone. To be honest I amazed we made it out alive.”
Hart sat up in his seat now paying full attention. “When and where was this fight?”
The prisoner smiled at him, “it’s not important, you’ll never find any record of it.”
“and why is that?” hart asked
“Not important, can I continue? It does get worse.”
“Fine, finish your story, then I’ll ask question, and then you’ll answer them.”
“Sure, detective. So the fight, when we got there we were already a little on edge. We knew Rufus would be there…
“ok, can we get to the point of this thing, and Rufus who?”
Conn walked back in the room and asked hart to step outside.
“Your wife is on the phone, something about your son’s problem. She said it was important. I’ll take over for a minute, and don’t worry I’m cool”
Hart looked at him for a minute “Alright, try and get a location and time on this fight he’s talking about, and get him to mention names. Also try and get him to the f*cking part about the dead kid.”
“will do” Conn said stepping toward the room past him.
Hart grabbed his shoulder “Hey who’s recording this?”
“No one’s in there right now but the camera is still recording. Derek ran to the can”
Hart nodded and walked to his office stopping to get some more coffee. He made it to the phone and talked to his wife about punishing his son when he got home. After about twenty minutes she calmed down and told him not to work late. He told her he’d be home in an hour he just had to finish up with some last minute stuff.
He walked back to the integration room and noticed Derek flirting with a hooker being let out on bail. He told him to get back to work and continued on to the room. When he opened the door he saw Conn in his chair with his neck snapped and the prisoner had left the room. He hit the panic button on the wall and screamed for help.
Later after the panic finally past he would find out the tape that had been recording the event was blank. Plus the hall cameras show no one leaving the room.
The guy just vanished.