Description
Detective James Candour was sat in the interrogation room, as he rolled a cigarette between his fingers. He allowed the quiet tense air of the room to fill his lungs. As he looked down, tipping his hat forward to make sure his eyes were covered, from the excuse of a human that sat in front of him. He remained silent. Detective Candour was known as one of the best detectives in the whole of the British Police force, with the highest number of solved cases and arrests, everyone knows he is not one to mess with. He reaches into the back pocket or his blue white washed jeans, and pulled out a lighter. He ignited the addictive, chemical carrying cylinder. After returning the lighter to his pocket. He placed the cigarette between his two fingers and brought it to his lips before inhaling, letting the smoke into his body; He waited. His body language relaxed and his demeanour cool. He acted as though he had all the time in the world, to sit back and wait as the person in front of him unfolded. "Can we just get this over with inspector" and we begin...
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