The pussy bandit had struck again. London and I had been on this case for months. We’d collected so much evidence and had several suspects in our sights. Thanks to our crime scene investigation unit we’d narrowed it down to who we were pretty sure was the guilty party. We’d obtained our arrest warrant and London was ready and biting at the bit to go get our suspect. I told her even though we were pretty sure we still had to remember innocent until proven guilty. We were just to collect the evidence and perform the interview for the district attorney. London pumped her fist in the air, we’re going to get a confession for sure!
Pussy Bandit
We arrested our suspect without incident. The look in his eye as London snapped the cuffs around his wrists told me we had the right pussy bandit. I winked at London over her head to tell her that we were on the right track here. She grinned a wicked grin back at me. We’d already agreed that when we arrested our perpetrator it would be time for some good cop, bad cop. We deserved some fun after all our hard work.
London and I brought the bandit back to the precinct and escorted him to an interrogation room. We sat across the table from him. Lond stared him down. I smiled at him gently. The interrogation started with a bang. London jumped up from her seat slamming both fists down on the table in front of him.
“You did it and we have all the evidence we need to prove it!” She shouted just inches from his face. I smile to myself as I watched his eyes dart to the cleave strategically peeking out of her uniform.
“Now, Officer London. I think we should hear his side of the story first don’t you?” Batting my sweet eyes at him and watching him turn his attention to me.
We had him right where we wanted him. Want to hear about our interrogation techniques? Call us together and we’ll be your good cop, bad cop.
Zesty Zoey
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