"Son of a dick! I have fucking rights and shit, you know! I asked for a lawyer, goddammit! That's, like, in the Bible or the Constitution or something!" At intermittent points throughout the last several hours, Cooper Harley had yelled that to the uncaring walls, perfectly aware that police were listening to his every word, apparently hoping he would mutter the location of DB Cooper or the identity of Jack the Ripper. Nothing had happened the last eight times he had had an angry outburst, so Cooper was somewhat surprised when this time the door actually opened, admitting a bear of a man who smelled faintly of whiskey. A bad news bear of a man, to be precise, Cooper wanted nothing to do with the hulking brute. He looked gratefully to the second, smaller man, an older fella, who looked more like one of the professors on campus than anything else.

"Jesus, dudes, you're fucking wasting time with me! Motherfucker's gonna kill again! Look what he did to me!" Cooper pulled down the neck of his polo, showing livid bruises on his throat, clearly in the shape of handprints. That got the detectives' attention, he could see, but also confused them. Coops took a deep breath, forced calm on himself, started from the beginning.

"Alright, dudes, you know that party upstate where you busted me, right? I took a chick up to that. That same town, it's the one Mari grew up in. Maria Todd," he added helpfully. "I decided to drop in on the church she attended, have a look around. Just curious, right? But that fucking place is full of psychos! Just sitting on the edge of their seats waiting for Jesus to come back. Seriously, that shit was creepy, man. They had more guns than Charlton fucking Heston! Seriously, there was machine guns and bazookas and shit. You guys need to get the fucking ATF or some shit on that church, for God's sake. Nobody is safe around those psychopaths." He shook his head at the memory of the discovery in the church. "I got proof, too. Photos on my phone."

"Anyways, this chick and I headed over to the party after that. Then lo and behold, this guy Reed shows up, drags my friend upstairs. So, y'know, I've been around, I think 'Hey, that shit ain't right', I follow them up. I go up there, find out Reed cold-cocked some poor guy, and is demanding to know what we know about Maria's murder. Dude was seriously intense, and violent as hell, he's pushing around my friend. I go to stop him, I start beating him down, but then his coward buddy sneaks up behind me and smashes a chair over my head. Two on one, nothing I could do. Last thing I see is Reed picking up my friend and carrying her off."

"Look, he said he didn't care about finding the real killer. It sounded more like tying up loose ends, y'know? Like he was trying to figure out what we knew about the murder so he could figure out what to do with us." Cooper smashed a fist on the table. Did he have a future after this? He couldn't remember. Probably not. Might as well go for broke. "Lillith Adams. He dragged her off by force. You've gotta find Reed, dude! Before it's too late! He's gonna kill someone else, I know it!"