Post by HALE BLACK SATIN on Nov 9, 2015 17:04:58 GMT -6
REC
Suspect: Darius Henry Reed
Charge: Assault & Battery
Interrogation 1
Det. Arnold Williams
The footage of the 20x20 interrogation room is slightly grainy as Darius Reed sits on the far side of a long stainless steel table with his large hands sitting out in front of him. Due to the violent nature of his crime, his wrists are wrapped in a pair of thick white zip-ties with a third zip-tie connecting the two of them to a small metal hoop secured to the table. On the other side of the two-way mirror, a pair of APD officers watch the suspect with close eyes hoping for some sort of emotion from the largest member of the Reed Family.
But he gives them nothing.
He stares straight ahead, looking dead into the two way mirror only looking at his own reflection with a stone cold gaze. The door opens to his left as he doesn’t even glance over at a Det. Williams steps into the frame with manilla folder underneath his arm. He pulls out a chair on the opposite side of Darius, who finally turns his gaze to the Detective as he placed the folder on the table and opens it slowly to glance at the several pieces of paper inside.
“You’re a very lucky man, Mr. Reed.”
For the first time Darius shows a bit of emotion as he chuckles and shakes his head slowly. He lifts up his hands slowly, only able to lift them so far thanks to the restraints of the thick white plastic ties.
“I fail to see the correlation between my situation and lucky, Detective.”
Detective Williams arched a brow at Darius’ select venacular as he sits back in the black metal chair, crossing his arms over his chest.
“What, didn’t think I knew the correct usage of the word ‘correlation’?”
“No, that’s not what…”
Darius just shook his head slowly.
“Can we just get on with this and stop wasting each other’s time. I’m sure you got better shit to do.”
Williams’ brow furrowed slightly at the rather passe’ attitude of Darius, Williams smirked and shook his head slowly.
“You’re lucky that Mr. Ross isn’t dead…”
“No, you’re wrong.” Darius said bluntly.
“Oh I am, well please enlighten me, Mr. Reed...how am I wrong?”
“That son of a bitch is lucky that you arrived when you did...or he might be.”
“Are you saying that you had intention of killing Mr. Ross?”
Darius grew slightly quiet as looked away for a moment. His jaw clenched slightly as he shook his head. “No, I wasn’t trying to kill anyone tonight...but if he died, he died...and the world would’ve been a better place.”
“Okay, Mr. Reed...how about you tell me what happened tonight.”
“Tell you what happened? Why do you care?”
“Because we are the police…”
“Bullshit.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said...Bullshit...I didn’t stutter, Detective. You don’t come down to the 5th Ward...the Southwest-Side...you only show up when you got an easy arrest to bolster your numbers. You know how many unsolved homicides there are in the SWATS alone?”
“Mr. Reed, I don’t see what that has to do…”
“Seventeen, Detective. Seventeen unsolved murders in the southwest Atlanta and suddenly, I’m supposed to believe that the police is here to protect and serve? Who? Who the hell are you trying to protect and serve? Young niggas like me?! Shiiiiiiiit...the only reason why you’re here is because you think it’s a open and shut case. Did I beat the shit out of Terrence Ross? Well, apparently since you and I are having this conversation, apparently you think I did...and honestly if you guys didn’t show up when you did, allegedly I’d still be beating on him. But when he decides to beat up on my little brother, he robs him in broad daylight...where the FUCK was APD then? Where the fuck was APD when those niggas was slighting rocks on the corner day and night? Where the fuck was APD when young kids were getting shot down by drive-bys?”
There’s a tense silence between the two of them.
“Mr. Reed...are you admitting that you assaulted, Mr. Terrence Ross tonight?”
“If you’re looking for me to admit guilt, you going to have to come better than that, Detective. I’m smarter than your average black guy...this isn’t some episode of the First 48.”
A sigh of frustration passes of the lips of Williams as he shakes his head slowly.
“I’m going to need a lawyer before I say anything else, Detective.”
Detective Williams smirks and shakes his head slowly.
"As you wish, Mr. Reed."
Williams looks up at the one-way mirror and signals to cut the camera
Frustrated with Darius, Detective Williams closes the folder. Williams looks up at the one-way mirror and signals to cut the camera as he stands to his feet before collecting the folder in his hands. He doesn’t say a word as he storms out of the interrogation room leaving Darius alone once again. Sitting back in his chair slightly, Darius let’s a smile spread over his lips for the first time all night as the camera feeds cuts off abruptly.
Suspect: Darius Henry Reed
Charge: Assault & Battery
Interrogation 1
Det. Arnold Williams
The footage of the 20x20 interrogation room is slightly grainy as Darius Reed sits on the far side of a long stainless steel table with his large hands sitting out in front of him. Due to the violent nature of his crime, his wrists are wrapped in a pair of thick white zip-ties with a third zip-tie connecting the two of them to a small metal hoop secured to the table. On the other side of the two-way mirror, a pair of APD officers watch the suspect with close eyes hoping for some sort of emotion from the largest member of the Reed Family.
But he gives them nothing.
He stares straight ahead, looking dead into the two way mirror only looking at his own reflection with a stone cold gaze. The door opens to his left as he doesn’t even glance over at a Det. Williams steps into the frame with manilla folder underneath his arm. He pulls out a chair on the opposite side of Darius, who finally turns his gaze to the Detective as he placed the folder on the table and opens it slowly to glance at the several pieces of paper inside.
“You’re a very lucky man, Mr. Reed.”
For the first time Darius shows a bit of emotion as he chuckles and shakes his head slowly. He lifts up his hands slowly, only able to lift them so far thanks to the restraints of the thick white plastic ties.
“I fail to see the correlation between my situation and lucky, Detective.”
Detective Williams arched a brow at Darius’ select venacular as he sits back in the black metal chair, crossing his arms over his chest.
“What, didn’t think I knew the correct usage of the word ‘correlation’?”
“No, that’s not what…”
Darius just shook his head slowly.
“Can we just get on with this and stop wasting each other’s time. I’m sure you got better shit to do.”
Williams’ brow furrowed slightly at the rather passe’ attitude of Darius, Williams smirked and shook his head slowly.
“You’re lucky that Mr. Ross isn’t dead…”
“No, you’re wrong.” Darius said bluntly.
“Oh I am, well please enlighten me, Mr. Reed...how am I wrong?”
“That son of a bitch is lucky that you arrived when you did...or he might be.”
“Are you saying that you had intention of killing Mr. Ross?”
Darius grew slightly quiet as looked away for a moment. His jaw clenched slightly as he shook his head. “No, I wasn’t trying to kill anyone tonight...but if he died, he died...and the world would’ve been a better place.”
“Okay, Mr. Reed...how about you tell me what happened tonight.”
“Tell you what happened? Why do you care?”
“Because we are the police…”
“Bullshit.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said...Bullshit...I didn’t stutter, Detective. You don’t come down to the 5th Ward...the Southwest-Side...you only show up when you got an easy arrest to bolster your numbers. You know how many unsolved homicides there are in the SWATS alone?”
“Mr. Reed, I don’t see what that has to do…”
“Seventeen, Detective. Seventeen unsolved murders in the southwest Atlanta and suddenly, I’m supposed to believe that the police is here to protect and serve? Who? Who the hell are you trying to protect and serve? Young niggas like me?! Shiiiiiiiit...the only reason why you’re here is because you think it’s a open and shut case. Did I beat the shit out of Terrence Ross? Well, apparently since you and I are having this conversation, apparently you think I did...and honestly if you guys didn’t show up when you did, allegedly I’d still be beating on him. But when he decides to beat up on my little brother, he robs him in broad daylight...where the FUCK was APD then? Where the fuck was APD when those niggas was slighting rocks on the corner day and night? Where the fuck was APD when young kids were getting shot down by drive-bys?”
There’s a tense silence between the two of them.
“Mr. Reed...are you admitting that you assaulted, Mr. Terrence Ross tonight?”
“If you’re looking for me to admit guilt, you going to have to come better than that, Detective. I’m smarter than your average black guy...this isn’t some episode of the First 48.”
A sigh of frustration passes of the lips of Williams as he shakes his head slowly.
“I’m going to need a lawyer before I say anything else, Detective.”
Detective Williams smirks and shakes his head slowly.
"As you wish, Mr. Reed."
Williams looks up at the one-way mirror and signals to cut the camera
Frustrated with Darius, Detective Williams closes the folder. Williams looks up at the one-way mirror and signals to cut the camera as he stands to his feet before collecting the folder in his hands. He doesn’t say a word as he storms out of the interrogation room leaving Darius alone once again. Sitting back in his chair slightly, Darius let’s a smile spread over his lips for the first time all night as the camera feeds cuts off abruptly.
