Matt opened the door to the interrogation room where a suspect was being held. This one refuses to spill, so you and Matt decided to go a little…old school.

Matt sat down across from the suspect, eyeing him, then letting out a long sigh.

“You know, you should really tell me the truth. I’m a friend here,” Matt says softly, folding his arms across his chest with a gentle smile, “but my partner…they’re not going to be as nice as me.”