The Perp

Been having bad seizures recently, so had to take some of those meds, giving me writers block and such. Which is why I haven't posted anything these past two days, but now I'm recovering a little and managed to pull a story together that I think is decent. I hope you enjoy!

The Perp

         “Now tell me where you stashed it!” the cop snarled while he pounded the table with his fist. The metal of the table made an unsettling shudder. The cop glared the suspect in the eyes. The cop was much taller than the suspect, by at least a foot and a half and stood with a straight back. The cop's black hair was barely illuminated by a single dull bulb hanging from the interrogation room's ceiling. Another, shorter cop, hung in the corner of the room like dreary curtains.

        The suspect's bald head sweat gallons of water while the cop started him down. His green skin grew pale under the pressure. The tentacles hanging from his face trembled. He grabbed onto the table with all six of his fingers, and his four eyes danced around the room, trying to avoid the cop's strong gaze. The suspect hated that he moved to Earth just to get caught up in this mess.

        “I don't know where they put it!” the suspect yelled with a thick extraterrestrial accent.

        “'They'?” the cop's expression turned an angry red, “You had accomplices, how many? And where are they?” the cop screamed. The suspect could feel his four stomachs becoming nauseous. He'd never been in such stress before.

        “One Tarkin paid me to take it all through customs then hand it to the human with the backwards red cap and black coat.” the suspect's voice trembled, “That's all I did before you scanned me for substance residue!”

         “That's all you did?” the cop asked, still keeping his voice at a shout.

         “I think he's telling the truth.” the second cop from the corner of the room said calmly. “If he had actually known the street value of what he was carrying he wouldn't have accepted the measly twenty thousand we found on him?” the second cop then turned to the suspect, “Did you actually know what was in the package.?”

         “Jewelry? I only looked inside for a second, they told me it wouldn't fit in their bag.” the suspect wasn't sure what to say. The second cop let out a huge laugh.

         “You actually thought it was jewelry?” the second cop smiled and looked at the other cop. “He doesn't know anything.” the second cop then opened the only door in the bleak room, “You can go.”