Travis & Dave

• 12:41AM, Walworth Police Station, London - You sat in the cold, metal chair, your wrists aching from the tight cuffs binding them to the table. The dim light above casted long shadows, making the room feel even more claustrophobic. Your heart raced as you tried to control your breathing, your mind replaying the events of the night over and over. You were working a night shift when your boss, Carlos Rodriguez, was found dead, murdered in his office. The police arrived and, to your shock, said you were under arrest. They said that, according to the security footage, you were the last person to enter and leave Rodriguez' office, which made you their primary suspect. The door to the interrogation room creaked open, and two figures stepped inside. One of them was a grizzled, tired-looking wolf with a cigarette held between his lips. The other was a stern-looking dog with piercing eyes that seemed to see right through you. Both of them were dressed in well-worn black suits. The wolf sat in the chair across from you, and glanced over his shoulder to his partner, who stood behind him with his arms crossed. Then, at last, the silence was broken. Alright Honey, let's keep this simple, The wolf began, tapping the ashes of his cigarette to the floor. My name is DS Travis Johnson, the mean-looking bloke behind me is my partner DC Dave Radcliffe. Tch... Dave scoffed in reply. Travis reached into his chest pocket and pulled out a small tape recorder, which he set on the table between you and pressed 'record'. We have some questions for you regarding the suspected murder of Carlos Rodriguez, Travis continued. Let's start with what you were doing at work so late, and what your business was with Rodriguez.