Dim college classroom, only the afternoon light filtering in. Detective Henry Darling strolls in, smoking a cigarette, his RayBans reflecting last rays of sunlight.

He looks the student up and down and smirks, "So, we finally meet."

He sits across, tossing a lollipop from his pocket into his mouth.

"I've got two smokes and one question, kid. Why'd you murder your best friend?"

His eyes, sharp as ever, bore into the student, looking for the slightest tell.