A/N: I make it my prerogative to try not to put an authors note in the first chapter of a story. that being said, this is the second chapter! so in case you're wondering, the whole story is written, but its not completely finished, I still gotta put on the bells and whistles. Also I wrote all the legends I used from memory, and I want to make sure I have them correctly portrayed before they go up for the world to see. they change a little based on which band of my tribe you go to. Also, Ya'll gotta know, I was so giddy when a community added this story, all for my summary! Anyways, ya'll're actually still here so without further ado:

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Jake set the bottle of pills on a table in the observation room, but forgot to actually take one. He watched the man inside the interrogation room carefully. It was one of those times he was grateful for the weird way his brain worked. Although he hadn't known it was because of ADHD until recently.

Every sound, every moment, every breath, flare of the nostrils, shift of a toe inside the worn down Tennie shoes, twitch of an arm, movement of the strange bracelets and bands on his wrist, the way those skittish brown eyes roved around the room, the long black-haired braid going down the man's back, his regal posture- everything. Even the weird horned snake printed on his shirt.

Jake barely noticed Terry come in behind him. "Alister Barns, suspected of a double murder, flimsy alibi, but not enough evidence to charge him. A uniform arrested him prematurely, we have forty-two hours left." He turned to Jake, "It's up to us to get a confession."

"who'd he muuuurduuuuurr?" Jake didn't know why he said the word weirdly, maybe because he felt like his life should be a comedy show, and making fun of English was, well, fun! Terry cracked a smile, but otherwise didn't react to his vocal weirdness.

Didn't matter, deep down everyone was crazy anyways.

"Obery and Criss McCormick," Terry read off the sheet, "they own a flower shop, Barns was the one who kept track of all the expenses, taxes, shipments and such, the shop was in serious debt."

"what'd he get out of the murder?"

"He doesn't have to sink with the shop." Terry looked over at him with that corny sly smile, "get it?" shop, like ship, shop ship. Ha-ha, puns.

"yeah, ships, got it." Jake gave a crooked smile.

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"So," Jake slid into the chair on the other side, "yer friends got merderrrred?" he overshot and fell off the chair.

Also, why could he still not he say murdered correctly? That was a question for another time. Jake shot himself off the floor quickly and stood leaning over the table slightly, "how do you feeeeeel about that?"

The man stared at him, shocked but mostly unamused.

"Alright, admittedly the psychologist approach was awful."

"Therapist." Barns corrected.

"Whatever." Jake shrugged and settled into the chair, this time like a normal human being. Terry was watching from behind the glass, "so, who killed 'em?"

"I don't know!" the man shifted towards him, and practically screeched the words. Jake didn't outwardly respond, but he did gain a cocky grin.

"Woah, yelling already? C'mon man I was really hoping to save that for- like," Jake calculated (horribly) mentally, "twenty hours from now." He leaned forward, "but do you know what yelling tells me?"

The man squinted, "that I'm innocent?"

Jake pointed upwards and sat bolt upright, "Wrong!" then in a much calmer tone, he asked, "did you think we were just gonna let you off?" he smiled, "I mean, you killed-" careful avoidance of the word he obviously couldn't say with any seriousness right now, "-them, didn't you?"