"And your involvement with that is?" Everything about his demeanor is telling me he's used to cracking down on wackos ten times my caliber all day long.
"I have new information," I say through gritted teeth, that's how hard I'm trying to stay calm.
"You and everybody else today," he groans and picks up the phone. "Have a seat over there."
He points to a row of rickety chairs by the wall where a few miserable looking people are already sitting. Pierre obeys him, sits down with a groan next to a skinny black woman who looks high.
"I'll stay right here," I say and the cop just shrugs, dials a number, and says something to whoever's on the other line.
"You'll have to wait here after all," he says. "They're interviewing someone else right now."
I called my lawyer on the way here just in c
