D.L. sat in the typical orange prison jumpsuit in the interrogation room. He was still handcuffed. An interrogator stood in front of him. D.L.'s record sat on the table in front of him, along with pictures of his old crew and Niki, Micah, and him.

"We both know what went down here, so let's make this quick and easy. You recognize these guys?" the interrogator asked. He pointed to the picture of D.L.'s crew.

D.L. sat up straight. He wasn't going to show fear. Not that he was afraid, but he wasn't going to give the cops and interrogator the satisfaction of seeing the stereotypical convict. Although, D.L. wasn't a convict. Anymore.

"You know I do. But I don't hang with that crowd anymore. They're a bad influence." D.L. said. He was being honest.

"Yeah, well, they 'influenced' a sports book in Primm a few days ago. Took two million dollars. Killed a guard in cold blood."

"I don't know anything about that."

"Then why did they find the gun at your place that matched the bullet in this poor stiff's chest?" D.L. was silent. "Well?" D.L. didn't know who framed him. Or why. But he had to find out. "I get it. You're strapped for cash, trying to keep your family happy." He doesn't know the first thing about my family, D.L. thought.

The interrogator took the picture of D.L. with his family and looked at it. "'Course, if I had a wife that looked like that, I know a few ways I could keep her happy." Lust filled the interrogator's eyes.

D.L. was livid. He stood up and ran toward the interrogator. Magically, his hands came out of their cuffs.

D.L. banged the interrogator against the wall, collar in hands.

"Don't ever talk about my wife like that again!" Two guards pointed their guns at D.L.'s back. He let go of the interrogator and looked at the guards. The interrogator rubbed his neck.

"Nifty trick, Houdini. Let's see if you can slip so easily out of the robbery/murder rap." The interrogator left, leaving D.L. alone with the guards in the interrogation room. One guard cuffed him. Great, back in cuffs, D.L. thought, But how'd I get out of the first pair. What's happening to me?

A/N: For those of you who don't know where Primm is, it's 40 minutes away from Las Vegas. Please review. I like to know what you think.