The John looked at the pictures of the artwork. "These do look familiar." he mumbled.
"Look," Josiah said, joining the conversation again, "You may not remember per se who the bomber is, but you're a con artist I can assume, what did you read on the other people in the store when you were getting your key duplicated?"
John frowned, trying to remember, "I did engage in conversation with the gentleman you are referring to as the man with the scar."
"The bomber." said Chris.
"No," John said to Chris, "the man was a bit rude, but from what I could read off of him, he was just your everyday hothead."
"A hothead ready to make a bomb."
"That man was fixing a hole in his wall that he created after smashing his hand in after a fight with his wife."
"Was that so hard to say in the first place?" Chris growled.
"I don't know. You yelling made me remember. You know, bringing back repressed memories by reenacting the scene." the John smiled.
"So he yelled at you?" asked Josiah, bringing the man's attention back to himself.
"Yes, but it didn't get physical or anything. I was able to talk him out of thinking about doing that when I reminded him that it'll be another thing he'd be paying for. I also told him that a few anger management classes from me and he'd be able to control his extraordinary rage."
"So you were trying to con him?" asked Chris.
"Yes, but with good intentions. I did it for the wife too."
"You're so giving." Chris said sarcastically.
"Was there in the store that made you feel nervous or made you suspicious at all?"
"After your man with the scar left. He actually told me that he got that from his wife when they were having makeup s-"
"Bring the conversation back up." Chris interrupted.
"The owner who was supposed to be making my key was a bit too nosey for my liking."
"Why, because he asked why you were trying to get an illegal copy of a key?" asked Chris.
"No, he was a bit more curious if I was thief and that I was trying to steal something using that key. I told him it belonged to me, but he insisted that he knew I was lying and that if I didn't tell him the truth then he'd call the police."
"And then you paid him off."
"That and I told him a half-truth story. Told him that the key unlocked something important and more valuable than money. The imbecile started to guess crazy things he thought would more valuable than money. I gave him the hundred to shut him up and I left taking my key."
Chris stroked his chin, stubble was present from not having shaved that morning.
"Ok, we'll take you over there tomorrow to see if you remember anything else."
"Uh no. I'm sorry but I can only handle so much insolence at once." John frowned and held out his hands.
Chris pulled the smaller man to his feet and dragged him out of the interrogation room and put him in a holding cell.
"Don't worry, maybe you can prepare yourself in here, and look on the bright side, not every person who gets put behind these bars gets to go on field trips the next day." Chris smiled as he slammed the door shut and locked it.
"Oh you can make jokes. That's funny." John deadpanned as he sat down on the cot against the wall. "Is any of this clean?"