There was a one-way glass window in the room that enabled them to see what was going on in the other room. The man with the tattoo on his neck was in the room, together with a strict-looking cop.
"Mark's quite tough, you know. He's the real definition of a tough cop. But even he hasn't been able to get that fucker to talk. It gets frustrating."
They observed the cop ask questions without getting any response from the man. Mark, the cop, stood, dumped the file on the desk, and ran his hand over his face.
"Look at that. There goes the frustration I talked about earlier," Zach said, smirking at the scene that unfolded before him.
It escalated quickly though. Before they knew what was happening, the cop grabbed the man by his shirt and pulled him up the seat.
Zach cursed under
