A police officer let him out of the cell and led him to a room that had a table at the center of it with three chairs, two of the chairs placed opposite of one on both sides of the table. Their was a big glass covering one of the walls, he couldn't see through it but he knew the people at the other side of the glass could see and hear him from there. It was his first time in a room like that, but years of watching crime dramas have taught him everything he knew about these process. He sat down, and the police man that led him in there walked out. Few minutes later two men walked in, both in black suits and black shades, he knew one of them, Pash Katel, the FBI director. The man was brown, with a very intimidating presence, then the person beside him wore dark shades, he was white as snow and a lot slightly thinner than Pash.
"My name is Pash Katel," Pash introduced himself, "and this is my associate, Tedd Mcdonald" he added gesturing at the man he came in with, "we are here to ask you a few question." For the first five seconds, Pash sized Tyler up. Trying to see if he was scared or remorseful, but Tyler looked very relaxed in his chair, staring back directly into his eyes. His face was bland, it was as if he was already bored of being there.
Tyler sunk into the chair more, "Do I have to answer your questions?"
"You don't have to, but they are generally really easy questions, you won't find them hard to answer," Pash replied never taking his eye off Tyler.
"Okay, shoot." Tyler smiled which threw Pash off, and then Tyler continued, "Shoot, like the assassination, it's a pun…" Tyler paused, he frowned, "you have no sense of humor bro, do you even get bitches?"
"Why did you do it?" Pash asked, still transfixed
"Why did I do what?"
"Why did you kill Charlie Kuck?"
"Who said I did?"
"Don't try to act smart," Pash frowned, "you don't have to make this harder than it already is."
"Do you think I'm stupid? answering that question will be hanging myself even before the judge decides on what to do with me, I am innocent until proven guilty aren't I?" he then turned to Teddy, "Is he like… deaf or he is just shy when faced with strangers? Can he even see me? Is he blind?" Tyler gasped "You brought a blind man here!"
"You killed a good man in cold blood, in front of millions of people, you are very far from innocence, kid. So, I suggest you start giving me the answers I ask you, so I can make sure your execution is swift and painless."
"You'll do that for me? I really appreciate the kind gesture." Tyler then turned back to Teddy, "is he really blind? Like legally?... Is that why he kept the shades on even though this place is almost as dark as Obama's butt." He turned back to Pash, "Did you really bring a blind guy in here man? What the hell is wrong with you!!" he raised his voice and slammed his hand on the table as he asked that last question.
"Tell me which radical Democrat paid you to do this?"
"I want to ask you something first Mr. Pash," Tyler drew closer.
"I am the only person asking the questions here,"
The door of the room opened and a white, and almost balding man in his late fifties stormed in, he was wearing a suit, carrying a black briefcase.
"Alright wrap this crap up, you are no longer allowed to say another word to my client." His voice was coarse, he placed his briefcase on the table and turned to Tyler, "Up, time to go," Tyler got up to his feet and the man continued, "First rule of engagement, never talk to these snakes."
"What are you doing?" Pash asked the balding man with a frown.
"My name is Paul Goodman, and I am representing Tyler Robson." The man dropped his business card on the table, and Pash picked it up to take a closer look, "next time you wish to say anything to him, contact me using the number there."
Pash and Teddy stood up and Pash turned to Tyler, leaned in and spoke, almost in a whisper "You are a failure to your parents, your country, and to your people. We will meet again soon." The two headed for the door.
"Wait," Paul Goodman called their attention, "The kid's dad turned him in, then you call him here to be spoon fed information by him. What exactly is you job director? Shouldn't you be out there investigating, instead of bullying a kid less than twice your age? Get your incompetent ass out of here man, go pretend like the 'I' in FBI actually represents something."
Pash glares at him for almost a minute, then he stepped out of the room with Teddy following his trail like his bodyguard.
"Come kid," Paul said as he pick up his briefcase from the table, "follow me, I've prepared a room for us to chat."
Paul led Tyler into another room in the station, this room was more like an office. A huge table covered with stacks and stacks of paper. The shelves filled with books that looked like the last time anyone touched any of it was during the American civil war, at the center of the room, there was already two chairs set out facing the other.
Tyler looked outside of the opened window, there was two birds right fighting for a branch in between the other's beak he smiled as he watched them fight over something so inconsequential. The breeze coming in from outside drew him even closer to the window, since the day he was incarcerated he hasn't felt the touch of the gentle air from the atmosphere. If anyone told him that one day, he was going to miss getting something as abundant as fresh air he would've called the person retarded. But here he is, smiling as the air gently brushed against his skin.
"Have a sit kid," Paul said as he sat down on one of the chairs.
"What took you so long? Paul Goodman,"