“That’s enough! I don’t want to look at you anymore… Just leave me alone, thank you,” and with a sweep of his hand, Olsson brushed away all explanations from the maddening red-bearded inspector.
“… Whereas, should you confess this morning,” persisted Sweeney, “you will gain the upper hand. And the fact that Boyle tried to lay the blame at your door will be considered an aggravating circumstance.”
“…”
“Come, Mr Olsson. Think about it. Your life’s at stake here and the length of your sentence. If you refuse to say anything, you’ll probably never get out of prison… You have no motive whatsoever for killing Tyron Jr. It would be idiotic for you to cover for the person at the origin of all this. Do you really think Boyle will send you care packages from Florida?”
“I don’t give a damn!”
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