You were finishing your night shift at the police station before another call came in. With a sigh, you got in your police car and you went straight to the house where the theft was reported. Before you knew it you had your perp back at the police station.

He was probably 17, you could tell. Although his silence wasn't helping you when you tried to make a report. You glanced at him again, trying to get any information out of him. God, let this night be over...