The Real Power
Detective Morris glared across the interrogation table.
“You said you were where, Friday night?” He said, for the umpteenth time.
The smug grin on the perp’s face… matched only by the eerie silence. That face, highlighted in red from the light in the hall, occasionally flickered with someone’s passing.
Ugh. Hours. He didn’t recall right off, how many, but it was a lot.
The suspect was guilty, his grin and silence were all he needed to know that.
“…Friday night, where were you?” His voice gruff and growling.
Grabbing the chair, Morris flipped it around, dropping it loudly onto the concrete floor.
As the cavernous echo reverberated and died, the suspect finally shifted in his seat.
He leaned forward, the grin gone from his face. Morris leaned in, listening intently.
Morris felt his head spin… “Your daughter… pretty little… Sarah. Sarah.. Right?”
The grin returned in full force. “She goes to Ethan Elementary… Walks down sixth street to your house… third one on the right… yeah? Yeah.”
The putrid feeling of evil exuded from this man.
His last thought as he reached for the cuff key, was of his darling Sarah.
Grabbing the wrist of the perp he reached out with the key, twisting it and freeing the suspect. He could feel the heat building in his hand, his fingers numbing. He dropped the key onto the floor next to the evil little man.
Retrieving the key the perp unlocked the other wrist, then tossed the key onto the table grinning, he turned to Morris.
The suspects eyes grew wide and the color drained from his face.
The deep growl from Morris cut through the boy as urine flowed to the floor, “And that… is exactly why you’re here!” Morris’s dagger toothed grin spread, splitting the dark red leathery skin of the Detective’s face. The ivory horns practically glowing…