Interrogated, a case of mistaken identity.

Max looked up as the Interrogation room door opened. Two cops in uniforms and another wearing a bad suit walked into the room. The man in the suit was carrying a small duffel bag with him.

"Max is it" My name is Detective Suthers, I'm here to ask you a few questions." the suited man said. Max looked him over cautiously, trying to size him up. Average build, average height, mid 40s, slightly thinning brown hair, he looked tired, worn out.

"Okay..." Max replied cautiously, not sure what to expect. She tensed as the other two cops came around to stand behind her.

"Where are the ****?" Suthers asked sternly.

"****?" Max laughed, this was all a case of mistaken identity. "You got the wrong girl, I don't know anything abou.."

"Don't lie to me Max" Suthers interrupted her. We know there was a **** shipment heading out of that sector tonight and we know the **** runners use people on motorbikes to scout the routes they take."

"Hey, I was just heading home from a friends place, I don't now anything about any ****."

Detective Suthers stood, shaking his head, looking down at Max he smiled. "We know your involved Max, we know you know something.... Luckily for me, I'm extremely good at getting pretty young women like yourself to tell me everything I want to hear..."