Within the interview room, Carlton stood behind his partner, clipping part of the polygraph test to their form as he then shifted to the front of them. He then attached the cuff of the sphygmomanometer to his partners upper arm.

“I am telling you, this thing is scuffed.”

He mumbled in slight annoyance, he then strapped two of their fingers in a pulse reader device. He picked up the bulb of the blood pressure device and begun to pump it, the device inflating on his partners arm. Once at an adequate level, he spoke up.

“Sit down.”

He urged, his hands pressed down on their shoulders as he guided them onto the chair.

Lassiter shifted on his heel, sitting down on the chair at the opposite side of the table, where the polygraph sat. His eyes drifted down to the machinery, carefully observing it, noting the zig zag pattern as he looked back up at his partner.

“I will ask you basic questions.”

He cleared his throat, picking up his pen as he lowered it near the bottom of the page, either to tick or cross depending on the response.

“What is your name?”