i sat down in the car and looked at the snarling kid sitting acros from me. "listen" i say as calmly as posible "I know you're angry with me. now i'm going to give you one chance to get off with just a miss dimenor. now, tell me what happend, so i can write it down as a confession. or you almost sertanly will be convicted of murder." i could tell the thought scared him. obviusly he wasn't the killer, or if he was, it was his first and probably last time. it would be a shame if i had to fallow thrue on these threats.