A pained groan escaped Bill's chest as his finger was wrenched back. "Fuck! I don't know what the fuck you're talking about!"
He felt dizzy, off balance. The cop was like a mad dog, impossible to predict. He withdrew when you were expecting him to hit, struck hard when he looked ready to back up. He smirked at jokes only he could understand, spoke in bizarre allusions and then sneered at Bill for not getting it.
And the worst thing was, Bill wasn't even sure whether the cop was the crazy one of the two of them.