“Maybe if you suck my d**k, you’ll find out.” The handcuffed man thrust his pelvis towards Amanda again.
“Settle down,” the senior constable advised, giving Cockeye a quick but effective shot to the side of the head.
“I believe I will find bloodied fibres from Mr. Kuzminov’s room in the clothing that I have seized as evidence in relation to your attempted murder of Detective O’Shea,” Amanda continued implacably.
“I believe you’re f*****g bluffing,” Cockeye countered.
“Mr. Johnstone, Sergei Kuzminov owed you a lot of money and you got tired of him, so you beat him to death with the same lead pipe you used to beat Detective O’Shea,” Amanda concluded as she dropped her designer glasses into their case and then into her purse. “Isn’t that right?”
“You can think whatever you want, precious
