Eyes watched him from the other side of the one way mirror, a scowl on his face. 'That's right,' he thought, 'try to get comfy you will need some comfort when I'm done with you'. He waited, making his suspect sweat a bit. Eventually he pushed the door open and stepped into the dark room. He was a strongly built man with a face that appeared to always be in a scowl. "I'm Agent Williams. I will be here during your interrogation process, no matter how long it takes," Williams' said, turning the chair across from the suspect around, and sitting down, straddling the back.
He slapped a file onto the table. "Everything about you is in this one file here, Leone. So even if we don't get you on the charges of murder, you will be charged with trafficking drugs and women. Do you understand me?"