State your full name for the record. I'm Mike. Michael Abraham Rivers, man. Do you have any nickname(s)? ... Mike. [Mike nods.] Please state your date of birth. July 4th. '92. I got a good birthday. How long have you been a resident at Sing Sing? I been here. Where, in Sing Sing, are you currently taking up residence? Down the hall from strorage and all that. Does anyone else live with you? Nah. What is your daily routine/job here at Sing Sing? Mailman. Do that an' I'm security. Where were you on the night of August 2nd? I dunno. Drinkin'. Maybe with Kori'. My days run together, man, you know what I'm sayin'. I got patrol most nights, though. Walk around. Where were you on the morning of August 3rd? Sleepin'. [As if on cue, Mike yawns.] Are there people who can account for your whereabouts? Maybe. I dunno. Ask around. What are their names? O'Brien...? Other security probably knows where I'm at most the time. Did you know Mr. Marsh? Yeah. Kinda. — If yes: in what capacity did you know Mr. Marsh? Ehh. Delivered somethin' to him once. Weren't nothin' important. [Mike pauses, scratches the back of his head.] Do you know why anyone would want to kill him? No, sir. Have you heard and/or seen any suspicious activity around the compound, lately? [Mike laughs a little, then nods.] Yeah. That's why I been patrollin' anytime I got time. C'mon, man. Lastly, for now, who have you been "buddying up" with? Issy Wicked. Fuckin' rock star.