Tony stared at the man opposite him. He had been found red handed at the scene, standing over the dead body of a marine with a gun in hand. It wasn't looking good for him. And he wasn't talking.

"So, your name is Stringfellow Hawke. I bet you were teased mercilessly at school with that name."

"Yes. No."

Tony faltered. That was going to be a tricky customer.

"Why were you at Sergeant Michelson's house?"

"Work."

"Ah. Work. What do you do?"

"I fly."

"Uhu. You flew right into the Sergeant's living room with a gun in hand."

"No."

"Really."

"I walked."

"So you walked there with a gun in hand."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Classified."

"I hate that word. You must work for someone. Who hired you?"

"Classified."

"Why did you kill him?"

"I didn't."

"You were holding a gun that has been fired recently. There were bullets missing. There is GSR on your hands. I would bet ballistics will match the bullets we pulled out of the victim to your gun."

"Shouldn't. Wrong calibre."

Tony looked at the evidence report. The guy was right. Didn't mean he wasn't their murderer, though.

"Maybe you just switched the guns."

"When?"

Tony had to admit he got him there. No one had heard the shots either, but there was no sign of a silencer or a destroyed pillow on the scene. Maybe he had come back to the scene with a different gun because he had forgot something? Even if the man wasn't their guy, he knew something. Of that, Tony was sure.

"All right. Say I believe you. You didn't kill Michelson. Why were you there?"

"Classified."

"You know, if we keep going like this, you are looking at serious jail time."

"No."

Before Tony could asked his next questions, there was a knock at the door. Tony scowled and went to see what the matter was. McGee had come by with Ducky's autopsy report. The time of death was the day before at around 1600 hours. He went back to his interrogation.

"So, where were you yesterday between 1500 and 1700 hours?"

"Van Nuys Air Field, California."

"Any witnesses?"

"Call Santini Air."

The alibi checked out, the gun wasn't matching anything they had so far, so they had to let him go. With his gun. When they wanted to ask him a few more questions the next morning, he was in California again.