"Are you sure this is where it happened?" you ask in a firm, authoritative, yet annoyed tone. I mean after having been given the go around by this smug ....(you know) How could he not be?

You're holding on to the back of the criminals shirt, his hands in handcuffs as you're both standing in the forest where he claims the crime took place. A smug smirk on his face as he confirms that he's "pretty sure this time"