Dr. Davis Griffin rammed his fingers rhythmically on the table, his dark solid eyes drifting from one face to the other. He felt like a cornered mouse with the two detectives' eyes fixated on him, boring into him.
A minute passed and the detectives did not show any sign of backing out. He sensed more trouble coming. In the next couple of minutes that followed, Dr. Griffin tried to decide within himself which dilemma he was more comfortable dealing with.
"Dr. Griffin, we don't have all day!" Detective Miller whined. "Tell us what we want to know and let us get the hell out of here."
Dr. Griffin leaned back on his seat, intertwining his fingers with each other. He studied Detective Miller for a long moment before he finally broke the silence.
"What exactly do you want me to tell you?" He asked, his voice laced with anger.
"How about you start with the truth?"
