Loud voices echo throughout the interrogation room. The fluorescent lights flicker, almost as if they’re able to sense the tension in the room.“You can make all of our lives easier if you just confess, Aaron. I can talk to the district attorney and they can help you cut your sentence short,” an old detective says, practically pleading with the man across the table. This older detective pinches the bridge of his nose out of annoyance and exasperation.“I ain’t telling you shit! You have nothing on me!” Aaron, the younger man across the table, stands and slams his cuffed fists on the table. Red with anger, he looks ready to break out of the handcuffs at any given moment.“I didn’t want to resort to this, but I guess I have to,” the detective sighs. He stands up and walks over to the door, knocking on it. When the door opens, he whispers to the accompanying officer, “Please get Detective Liang in here.”The officer gulps and asks, “A-are you sure?”“Oh sure, call in backup! What, can’t handle your own cases, you old pussy?” Aaron taunts, snickering at the detective.The detective rolls his eyes and nods. He steps out of the room and closes the door. He waits until his backup arrives.“Nice cop didn’t
