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    ‘Holy shit Frank. Have you seen this, they bombed the public records building?’ Eddie Asks
    ‘Yes sir, that’s why I’m ringing you. I know who did it’ Frank says
    ‘How do you know... I mean…. Tell me!’
    ‘It was me sir’
    ‘What are you talking about Frank? Why would you?’
    ‘It was Chase sir, He made me do it. He had some hostages and killed a kid. He said if I didn’t blow up the building then he would kill some more hostages. The guy’s a psycho; I didn’t doubt him for one minute, just look at what he did today.’
    ‘Maybe that’s so McKenzie, but you can’t go around blowing up buildings willy-nilly. I’m going to have to bring you in Frank’
    ‘Don’t worry sir, I’m already in custody. I turned my self in to the authorities. I’m using my one phone call to let you know I’m sorry. I just didn’t know what to do sir. He was going to kill more people.’
    The phone went dead. Eddie grabbed his coat and rushed out of his office and made his way to his Limo. Destination: THE SLAMMER.
     

Nine
    The cold surface of the interviewing table made Frank feel uneasy, especially since for years it was him on the other end of the darn thing. Now he sat staring into the eyes of a person that obviously thought that this was the break he was waiting for. The make or break B.S that determines weather he plays desk jockey or commands the desks. The officer tasked with interviewing Frank was a run of the mill Detective, Jet black hair, combed back; the sort of hair style that would make the Fonz proud. He had a thick Italian accent, which made Frank think of how rare it is to find a guy that mob like’ working on the right side of the law.
    ‘Now listen here Frank, I’m in charge of this room. You may have been Mr Big shot for a while but now I’m the guy standing in the way of you and your freedom. If I was you I’d just suck it up and hand over the reins, because you’re going down and I’m taking over’ says the Detective.
    Frank smiled. Turns out he was right. This detective only wanted one thing out of Frank, and that’s his job.
    ‘Look here detective….?’ Frank asks
    ‘Detective Loupe’ says the detective.
    ‘Okay Loupe, I have already explained what happened to the DA. I’m not saying anything else until I speak to someone who doesn’t look like a 70’s character out of some B rated movie, someone I can take seriously’ Frank says while chuckling to himself.
    Detective Loupe Smiles at Frank, Pearly whites showing, gums and all.
    ‘I somehow don’t think you have the right to be making demands Frank. You blew up a public building. You’re lucky that no one was hurt during the explosion.’
    ‘The only reason no one was hurt was because I got everyone out of there before the building exploded.’
    ‘Oh yes that’s right, I forgot. How silly of me. After all I should be listening to the man that threatened 50 plus people with a fire arm. How noble. Not to mention you also physically assaulted two guards, one of which is in the hospital with a broken nose.’
    ‘I’m sure he’ll live’ Says Frank who’s growing impatient with the detective.
    ‘Yes he will Frank, but I’m not sure whether or not you will. See, Terrorism is a serious crime, let alone Treason. Seeing you blew up a building in your own country, and you work for the government. Those are some serious charges Frank, the sort of charges that result in the electric chair.’
    Frank gets up and walks over to the detective.
    ‘Look here pal; I don’t know why you’re wasting my time here. I did what I had to do. If I didn’t do what I did, you would be looking at a lot more than a few scuffed rent a’ cops and some hurt feelings’ Says frank.
    ‘Calm down Frank. You seem edgy. It’s a shame that you can’t take one of your pills now isn’t it? Oh that’s right; Frank here has a drugs problem. You should have been a tad bit more careful, handing yourself in with those pills in your