[Bad news travels fast, faster when you can hear about everything. This came to Matt and Foggy through connections. They're at the precinct in record time. The room is small, stifling. The first smells that hit his nose is salt of sweat and tears. Anxiety is humming off of the man seated. The two cops are not helping, especially standing so close to the suspect.
Foggy is faster to act while Matt is still taking in the room.]
Are you seriously handcuffing him? He's hardly sitting up right.
[The two detectives are exuding tension and sure as hell have made up their minds. Nothing about this is settling. They've asked who they are for three times. Each time the answer is the same. And each time it chistles at Matt's patience.]
We're his lawyers.
[A few small forevers and they're finally left alone with Caleb Page.]
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Foggy is faster to act while Matt is still taking in the room.]
Are you seriously handcuffing him? He's hardly sitting up right.
[The two detectives are exuding tension and sure as hell have made up their minds. Nothing about this is settling. They've asked who they are for three times. Each time the answer is the same. And each time it chistles at Matt's patience.]
We're his lawyers.
[A few small forevers and they're finally left alone with Caleb Page.]