INT. - 9th PRECINCT INTERROGATION - AFTERNOON
Gerri stood on the other side of the glass, staring at Oz seated at the beat-up desk in the interrogation room. She liked to let her suspects sit and stew a bit while she watched them squirm. He was certainly obliging, unable, it seemed to her, to find a comfortable position, hands jerking occasionally at the cuffs still holding his wrists. But, he wasn't a nervous pacer, so she didn't get to watch him move around the room. And nor did he seem overly agitated for someone she was about to question for murder. A quick glance at the rap sheet she'd already read thoroughly explained his lack of stress.
Career criminal, starting with a sealed record back in juvie she didn't have to read. Because his life of crime continued on a similar vein the mo
