Please, bear with me with this first part, and read a bit between the lines. ;)
Also, I have no idea, why I have located this in Kipperman's office instead of an interrogation room. It makes absolutely no sense at all. But since it's rather inconsequential to the story, I just let it be.
"Jus' what the hell ya tryin' ta say?!" Samuel Greenville shouted, as he jumped from his chair.
Lt. Kipperman, head of the Greenrange police department, involuntarily flinched back in his seat. Although he was relatively safe behind his desk, the big man in front of him frightened him. "I... I was just..."
"You askin' stupid questions, while we should be out there!" Greenville shouted, pointing outside the window, before he resolved to sit down again. "We oughta go and search Pete. We done no bad things!"
"That's what I'm here to try and find out, Mr. Greenville..."
"I'm tellin' ya! That should be enough!" Greenville got excited again, jumping off his seat, but quickly sitting down again. Obviously he tried to contain himself.
"Mr. Greenville, are you aware of how many times I'm being told exactly that, day in, day out?"
"I'm not lyin'." Greenville seemed to have calmed down a bit. Still the two uniformed officers at the door stood at attention.
"Mr. Greenville. It doesn't matter if I believe you or not. I need evidence." Greenville didn't answer that, so Kipperman dared to go on. "I'm only doing my job here. I need to find out, why you were in that house, and why you were running away when we came."
"I told ya," Greenville said flatly.
"Actually..." Kipperman hesitated for a moment, but it didn't help any, eventually he'd have to ask his questions. "Actually, you haven't told me much, Mr. Greenville. Why were you at Terrace Lane 21?"
"Told ya, we're out ta search information on Pete's whereabouts."
"Pete Hover, yes, I know."
"Then why're ya wastin' our time?" Greenville asked with a threatening undertone and got up from his chair again.
"Mr. Greenville, please, do sit down again." Kipperman cast a worried glance over to the two uniformed officers.
"I'm sittin' down when I like!"
"Mr. Greenville..."
"No, Mister!" Greenville bowed forward, propping himself up on the lieutenant's desk, holding up a warning fist. "You are just here, wastin' my time, tellin' me I'm a bastard who's hurtin' little kids!" The uniformed officers moved closer from the door, but did not yet intervene.
"No, Mr. Greenville... Samuel..." Kipperman pleaded, inwardly cursing the officers for their stupidity. Didn't they see this guy was dangerous? What the fuck was keeping them?!
"It's Mister to you!" Greenville barked, holding up his fist a bit higher and closer to Kipperman's face.
"Sorry," Kipperman quickly apologised. "Mr. Greenville, please, do understand that I have to ask those questions."
"All I understand is, you're accusing me of nasty things I wouldn't dream of doin' to my worst enemy." Greenville inched nearer and then finally, the two uniformed men came to pull the man back. – Well, they tried to.
They had barely touched him, when Greenville swirled around with a swiftness one wouldn't grant him, considering his bulky and overmuscular body. Before long, one of the two officers was bleeding from his nose, while the other was bleeding from a cut lip. Both would be sporting a black eye soon. Greenville himself seemed unimpressed and unharmed by the blows the policemen delivered. It took two more officers to get Greenville under control and march him off to the holding cells.
Kipperman wiped some cold sweat off his forehead. He had had a few violent creeps in his office over the years, but this one kind of topped them all.
The lieutenant decided for a little break before he'd question the next man. He groaned when his eyes fell upon the remains of what had been his interviewee-chair. Somehow it had gotten smashed to pieces in the fight.
TBC