"Elvin Foster," Detective Simmons said, pulling out a chair. "You have caused a huge mess today."
El tried to look brave, but his hands were shaking. "I want a lawyer."
Simmons leaned forward. The bright overhead light reflected off his cold, hard eyes.
"A lawyer? Sure, Elvin. We can call one. But right now, you are going to tell me everything I need to know. Who hired you?"
"I'm not talking without a lawyer," El snapped, leaning back on his chair.
Simmons laughed, but it wasn't a kind sound. "I don't think you realize that you have pissed off the wrong people, Elvin Foster. The people you lied against, have very long reach."
The door opened again and a massive, buff man walked in. He didn't look like a cop. He was wearing an apron and carrying a small leather bag. When he opened it, the sound of metal clinking filled the quiet room.
El started to shiver. "Wait... what is he doing? What are those?"
