Chavez wiped his forehead.  Josey’s knee bobbed like a sewing machine on a seam.   

“I want a fucking lawyer.”

“Just cooperate, Josey, okay.  If you don’t we’re going to have a needle in your arm.”

“You’re a moron.”

“I don’t care to work with you, Josey, I don’t.  I can talk to the DA, get him to show you some love, but you gotta do something for me.  You gotta admit you killed him.”

“I gotta piss.  That’s what I gotta do.  I have been here all fucking day, and not even a cigarette.  Nothing.”

“In a minute, okay.  I’m going to be straight with you.  I don’t think you did it.  I don’t.  But your wife said you did.  So what am I supposed to do?”

“Bullshit.”

“She said you had it planned.  Said you hated that motherfucker.  That true, Josey?”

“And why would Samantha tell you that?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe she needed to talk?”

“Samantha don’t talk to cops.  Especially not fat bastards like you.” 

“Well, she did today.  You were in the car, handcuffed, and she started talking.”

“Right, Chavez.”

“She wanted to know when you might be home.”

“Hope you told her soon, cause this shit ain’t gonna stick.”

“Then she wanted to see my gun, touch it, you know, shit like that.”  Chavez smirked.

Josey’s face turned red.  “Eat shit, Chavez,” he said.

“Let me ask you a question, Josey.  Did you hear Samantha moaning?” 

Josey’s knee stopped bobbing.  “Keep it up, you fat motherfucker.”  

“Remember when I got back in the car?”  Chavez paused, searching Josey’s eyes.  “Did you smell Samantha’s pussy on me?”

Josey sat up straight. Silent.

“She likes her hair pulled, too.  But you knew that, right?”

“You don’t know shit, you donut whore,” Josey growled, spit flying.  

“What’s wrong? Huh?  You don’t like the thought of my dick in your whore?”

“I swear to Christ you’re going to die.”  

“Here’s the thing, and I thought about this while I had your wife bent over, drilling her for a nut.  You don’t have murder in you.  You don’t.  That’s obvious.” 

Josey leaned forward and tapped his finger against the table.  “You listen to me, Chavez.  I have it, I have every inch of it, and you’re going to know that.  I swear to Christ you’re going to know that.” 

“You’re all talk, Josey.  I’m looking at you, and I know you don’t have it in you.” 

“Listen you cunt.  You want to know the truth?”  Josey raised his eyebrows.  “I’ll tell you the truth.  Just dare me to tell it, motherfucker.”

“You ain’t got the balls, Josey.  You ain’t even got enough balls to keep your wife at home.” 

“You ain’t listening.  I said dare me.”  Josey stared.

Chavez looked away. Silent.

“Dare me, Chavez.”

“I’m asking you to tell the truth, Josey.”

“You lying piece of shit.  You’d lock your momma up for a pat on the back.  So get your dick outta the donut and dare me you cunt.”

Chavez stood and grabbed Josey by the collar, lifting him out of his chair.  “Fine, asshole.  I fucking dare you.  I know you didn’t do it, and I know you ain’t gonna admit it.  So just say it and we’ll end this.” 

Josey smiled. Silent. 

Chavez pushed him back into the chair.  “That’s what I thought, shitbag.”  Then he turned to walk out. 

“Listen,” Josey said in a half whisper, “I killed that motherfucker.  I did it purposeful,” he paused, “and I’m going to kill you too Chavez.  I promise to Christ I’m going to kill you too.” 

Chavez nodded.  He walked out, closing the door behind him.

“How did it go?”  Detective Newnun asked as Chavez sat down at the desk.

“He confessed.” 

Newnun studied Chavez.  “How did you get him to do that?”

“You say whatever you gotta say to get them there,” Chavez said, rubbing his forehead.  “You know what I mean?”