WHO: Willard Schmidt & Katherine Beckett WHEN: Week 9, Monday Morning WHERE: Jannati Police Station WHAT: Beckett asked to question a likely suspect RATING: PG, could have some language STATUS: Closed, In Progress
Not all expressions could tell the truth. The frown that Willard shared with the world told passer-bys to back off. Only the lack of violence was a sure reason that he was amused by where he was that morning. Inside he was thrilled that he'd be able to find out what the law knew about him. Willard, a frequent to the Social Justice and Civil Rights library section and his years in school. They eventually showed all of their cards by saying too little or too much. He was an avid reader and did his best to stay ahead of the psychology or concerned tactics. Most of the world saw as he did, that slaves were property.. but not everyone believed that making a dollar always had to be honest. And some of the cops in Jannati had been poking their noses where they shouldn't be.
Willard, owner of The Club, an underground fighting ring and pleasure house, walked into the Jannati Police Station. He was precisely on time for the interview with Katherine Beckett, a detective that liked to intrude where she didn't belong. The small station had a busy front desk, helping local citizens fill out reports and pay for tickets. He glanced about, looking for the private room that he'd be using shortly. With an uneasy smile he greeted the clerk, a drop of sweat on his forehead. There was a very genuine look of fear that flashed in his eyes as he set the stage for the brunette.
After being directed into the interview room, Willard took a seat and waited politely, anxiously tapping a shoe for the show. Fingers interlaced, he glanced up at the door then back to the empty chair across from him. It was a rather sterile room, metal furniture and one bright light hanging overhead. It was predictable. What he had expected. Nowadays there was no ingenuity. Willard knew of a time when torture was the preferred method of coercion. Inside he was still excited, the laughter wrinkles at his eyes hidden in the deep scowl of concern looking towards the wall length mirror. They wanted to watch? So be it. Willard was ready to have a little chat.