"Yeah? Because you'd never kill anyone, innocent lamb like you? Kill some arrogant politician who doesn't like your kind, doesn't like poufters and who's a threat to your family? Looks like motive to me and I've still not heard an alibi. Drunk so I ain't remembering ain't a motive. That's a confession." Or as good as, anyway. Gene shrugged, checking his watch. "All right, you ran off your lawyer. So, what do you want? Need a phone call? Want to talk?"

He was being very generous here. "Or maybe we'll get you into a holding cell until you will talk."