Detective Lloyd was sitting in his office looking through files from his previous incident, the door then opened and his assistant walked in with someone in handcuffs.

Beth: Here they are. . .for the millionth time. .

Lloyd: Thank you, Beth.

Beth leaves and Lloyd turns to the person, he locks his fingers together and glared at them.

Lloyd: . . . Really? Like I’ve lost count of how many times you’ve been here, what did you do this time?