Charles was a policeman running after a murderer since years. Pierre Gasly was one of the best, he had no problem with killing people and Charles knew that when he was going to catch him and interogate him, it'd be very hard. And finally, after 4 damn years of, almost catching the murderer, Pierre was finally in the interrogating room, handcuffed to the table and starring at nothing with his Icelandic blue eyes, his hand going into his fluffy brown hair. Charles didn't want in the room, yet. He was watching Pierre threw the cameras. The murderer was playing with the lamp in the room absent-mindly. He was annoying my god.

Charles needed to understand how he could break this armor of cockyness and read his files. He clicked his tongue and his teamate Alexander said "Did you think about using his nicotine addiction ?" Charles cocked his eyebrow and asked "Explain." He waved his hand, asking Alex to continue. Alex nodded. "Yes, so... Pierre is like really addicted to cigarette. You could use that at your advantage. I'm sure you're good enough to find a way." Alex said and Charles nodded. He went in the room where the murderer was and let the files fall on the table. "I have a deal." He smirked to Pierre. Charles started to smoke and exhaled everything in Pierre's face who inhaled. "Everytime you answer my question, I'll gladly let you have an inhalation, got it ? Only if you answer."