This one is a stone wall. You won't get more out of them about the night of the murder -- not yet.
Motorics
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This one is a stone wall. You won't get more out of them about the night of the murder -- not yet.
Actually, they're admirably -- surprisingly -- composed. The entire room. Given how many questions you've lobbed their way.
Wants the world to know he's a macho-macho man: tobacco-chewing and knuckle cracking. Who else do we have here?
He tenses immediately. Chest tightens. Jaw sets. Ready for another blow.
Fat Angus. The powerful guy. Mr. All Muscle. The time has come -- put him in the pressure cooker.
Does he? His closed fist is shaking... it's you who's in control. Let them have their moment.
Stop drooling. Run around or something. Hit yourself in the face. Anything. No one has any idea what to do with you if you just stand here.
He looks tough but there is a nervous twitch in his dark green eye. This is all too close to home for him.
It is a very comfortable coat for such an oldie...
The oily tail end of your necktie-turned-fuse glistens in the cool spring light.
Snow gathers on the oily fabric of the tail end of your necktie-turned-fuse.
Raindrops slip down the oily fabric of the tail end of your necktie-turned-fuse.
This man has been under severe emotional pressure recently.
He is tense, like a steel spring under full load.
He must be tweaked off too. With something other than alcohol. They always are...
She looks flustered, her hands smoothing out the creases in her blanket even as she attempts to reassure you.