[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://31.media.tumblr.com/735127553ac29cfe6031a3f4e905a2fa/tumblr_mk0tyqjklG1ruj80so2_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Behind the Sporting Goods Store ---> Riley's Car[/center][hr][hr]Tuesday huffed a bit, spotting Tim's eye roll. This wasn't getting [i]anywhere.[/i] She knew that police could be incompetent, but this was ridiculous. And when she had heard that Tim became a cop, she laughed. She fucking [i]laughed[/i]. Her suspicions were confirmed--he wasn't a cop. He just played one on TV. [color=ff6600]"I'm sick of your bullshit, Tim,"[/color] Tuesday said pointedly. Her normal fear and aversion to the police vanished.

However, it came right back as Riley suggested they all head down to the station. Her plan of getting some Sherlock Holmes like person was gone if they went, but she could hardly refuse. She shrugged her shoulders in response and got into the car, watching Cynthia through the rearview mirror. More and more bad movie quotes were spewing out of the girl. And if there was any portion of film Tuesday knew, it was the awful ones. Those were the only films they showed during movie night in prison. 

[color=ff6600]"You said it was a male, and now you're quoting fucking films,"[/color] Tuesday said, still keeping an eye on Cynthia. [color=ff6600]"If you're scared of the asshole, they already know you know by now. They probably think we know. So why don't you just smile and tell us who did it, okay? Otherwise, the funeral parlor in town is going to hand out fucking coupons to our relatives for coffins. Riley and I might even get a two for the price of one deal."[/color] 

Was it harsh? Extraordinarily so. But Tuesday was already sick of the same murders repeating themselves, and with the more Cynthia rambled, the more she suspected the answer was somewhere inside of that crazy ass brain. She just needed a push.