Disclaimer:
See part 1.
Author's notes:
Thank you to everyone who reviewed--your comments and suggestions mean the world to me. :)
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Con fuoco: literally, with fire; to play with vehement emotion or fervent energy
They are trapped like beasts in a steel cage of bricks and twisted metal, a door that clangs shut and tiles that make shoes clack and snap. The glow of the neon lights overhead is bitter and acrid. The room is sparsely furnished--a table and two chairs. Goren towers over the table, the suspect is seated on the opposite site, and Eames, with Deakins and Carver, skulks through the room behind the wall.
The three others watch the scene unfold in silence, their faces unreadable. Eames has her arms crossed, Deakins taps his fingertips together, and Carver fiddles with his glasses.
The suspect slouches in his chair, his clothes rumpled and his head tilted to one side. His hands are stuffed into his pockets. He glares at Goren, and his stare is cold enough to make anyone shiver.
Goren has slammed his fist down on the table with a loud smash; his clenched hand is still lying on the cracked surface. He leans over the table to snarl into the suspect's face, his mouth twisted with loathing. He spits out his words, relishing the bitter bite of their taste. His eyes blister and burn the suspect with their blazing fury.
It is a study in fire and ice under glass; the flame of Goren's anger, the frost of the murderer's indifference, seen through the window concealed as a mirror. Heat will melt cold, warmth will dissolve chill, and the suspect begins to crack underneath Goren's pressure.
The interrogation ends. Goren gets up and storms off in a thundercloud, his eyes still scorching-hot. The suspect sits silently in the chair, broken and helpless; the ice of his cold, sullen stubbornness melted into water, and evaporated into nothingness, when met with the fire of the detective's ferocity. But cold goes deeper and further than ice, and the suspect has his own plans. Detective Goren will not worry him for much longer.
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See part 1.
Author's notes:
Thank you to everyone who reviewed--your comments and suggestions mean the world to me. :)
~*~*~*~*~*~
Con fuoco: literally, with fire; to play with vehement emotion or fervent energy
They are trapped like beasts in a steel cage of bricks and twisted metal, a door that clangs shut and tiles that make shoes clack and snap. The glow of the neon lights overhead is bitter and acrid. The room is sparsely furnished--a table and two chairs. Goren towers over the table, the suspect is seated on the opposite site, and Eames, with Deakins and Carver, skulks through the room behind the wall.
The three others watch the scene unfold in silence, their faces unreadable. Eames has her arms crossed, Deakins taps his fingertips together, and Carver fiddles with his glasses.
The suspect slouches in his chair, his clothes rumpled and his head tilted to one side. His hands are stuffed into his pockets. He glares at Goren, and his stare is cold enough to make anyone shiver.
Goren has slammed his fist down on the table with a loud smash; his clenched hand is still lying on the cracked surface. He leans over the table to snarl into the suspect's face, his mouth twisted with loathing. He spits out his words, relishing the bitter bite of their taste. His eyes blister and burn the suspect with their blazing fury.
It is a study in fire and ice under glass; the flame of Goren's anger, the frost of the murderer's indifference, seen through the window concealed as a mirror. Heat will melt cold, warmth will dissolve chill, and the suspect begins to crack underneath Goren's pressure.
The interrogation ends. Goren gets up and storms off in a thundercloud, his eyes still scorching-hot. The suspect sits silently in the chair, broken and helpless; the ice of his cold, sullen stubbornness melted into water, and evaporated into nothingness, when met with the fire of the detective's ferocity. But cold goes deeper and further than ice, and the suspect has his own plans. Detective Goren will not worry him for much longer.
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