"Don't talk, don't tell these bastards anything." Threatened the voice in Vinny's head.
Maybe Shaggy was right. Was it possible that after Drake had hung himself the voices left his body and entered his? Vinny didn't know but his hands fidgeted nervously under the table.
"Nobody saw you do it, they can't prove a thing." Said the voice.
FBI agent Max Trowel clicked his pen incessantly and looked Vincent straight in the eye. Max was good at reading people and Vincent had guilty written all over his face. Two days ago Vincent had found a clever way to kill the big burly black guy that had raped him in the shower. Vinny had seen to it that Clyde Smalls die in his sleep and it was easy because Clyde had a cell all to himself. Vincent had poured a 5 gallon bucket full of ammonia under his cell door and the ogre never woke up. The toxic fumes had killed him.
The FBI agent swept his hand across the table knocking papers onto the floor. Vinny stared down at the loose papers lying on the floor.
"Dang it! You good for nothing creep! Why don't you man up to it and confess?"
Vincent remained steadfast in his chair with a sheepish grin.
"I told you, I don't know anything about it." He said.
Max paced back and forth in the interrogation room while sneaking glances at the one way glass window. Vinny slouched down in his chair and nudged his left shoulder to adjust his eye patch. He was handcuffed with his hands behind his back. The cuffs were so tight that he was losing circulation in his hands. His left eye was permanently damaged. Three months ago another inmate had wailed him along side the head with a lock in a sock.
Max sat back down in his chair and pointed a finger at Vinny.
"You had the motive and the resources to kill Clyde. Everybody's saying you did it."
The voices in Vinny's head began to laugh and then told him what to say next.
"That may be true but did anyone actually see me do it?"
Max buried his long index finger in Vinny's chest poking him while he spoke.
"Don't play these games with me! We have the evidence we need!"
Vinny cringed from the excitement and then cracked his own neck. Max's face was crimson red from the neck up. He desperately wanted to punch Vinny's lights out. Vinny took in a deep breath.
"You don't have nothing on me. This meeting is over. Take me back to my cell."
He was absolutely right. They didn't have enough evidence to convict him. Vincent had just gotten away with murder. His sentence was almost served. They had to let him go in just 3 months. Prison had completely ruined his life. He had lost almost everything, especially his career. They set his car on fire, ruined his name, but most importantly he lost something he could never forgive them for. He lost Cindy.