INT. - 9th PRECINCT INTERROGATION - AFTERNOON

Gerri stood on the other side of the glass, staring at Oz seated at the beat-up desk in the interrogation room. She liked to let her suspects sit and stew a bit while she watched them squirm. He was certainly obliging, unable, it seemed to her, to find a comfortable position, hands jerking occasionally at the cuffs still holding his wrists. But, he wasn't a nervous pacer, so she didn't get to watch him move around the room. And nor ...