Interrogation Joker Novels & Stories

She ran towards me and bent down holding my two hands, "You passed out, are you alright?" I nodded my head, "What's going on? Why am I being interrogated for something I know nothing about? Talk to me, Joy." Immediately she let go of my hand and stood up, taking a few steps backward before backing me. "Joy, talk to me, what's going on? You are the only one I trust here, talk to me, there's no way you won't know what's going on here, talk to me." She turned, facing me, "They need information from you to confirm a particular rumor, the answer they seek isn't that of words."

"You know, I was going to ignore everything. I mean, I did text you that we had to talk, but I would have just asked if you knew the girl he was in love with. But after staying up all night 'cause these messages wouldn't stop coming, I knew I just had to ask you a different question." I wiped at my stray tears, snorting quietly. "What's the question?" Deep down, I knew giving him the go-ahead order to interrogate me was a mistake. But there was nothing else I could say. He sat up and was looking at me so intently that I wished I could just melt away and not have to face his interrogations. "Tell me something, Jordy. Did Jamal, accidentally or intentionally, fall in love with you?" "What?" I

“Who cares? I believe your God must be laughing at you now.” “He is a forgiving God.” “Let's first continue our game. Your other best friend.” “Who? The cardinal or my cousin?” "No." “Who will be the second?” “Third?” The phone rang. The killer answered it. “I'm almost done. He would soon die a pain-free death. But we're playing games right now so please. I need to interrogate him first. He will soon surrender his knowledge about it. I'm certain about it.” "How sure are you? He's senile so how could he still remember where he placed it?"

His expression was stern and unyielding as he opened the door, his imposing presence dominating the room. Mrs. Quintana froze in place. "Mr. Joker... why are you here?" Mr. Joker was the right-hand man of the boss’s son. Now he was here in person, which explained why someone had dared to fire a gun in this area. Mr. Joker stopped in front of Nina and said coldly, "This person is not to be harmed." Mrs. Quintana hesitated, stunned by the realization that Nina's claims were true. Seeing her hesitation, Joker's eyes flashed with anger. "Didn't you hear what I said?"

Joker knocked on the conference room door, stared up and down the hallway. Even from way down here, he could hear the party in the bar. The boys were blowing off some steam after the tense stand-off with King’s asshole special-ops fuckers. And not just with them. “Yeah?” Joker opened the door a bit, saw that Trigger had a blonde riding him on the table. He’d fucked this one himself a few times, and she barely acknowledged him as she kept moving on Trigger’s dick.

Jagger says and I stand up, kicking the desk, cursing under my breath. Jagger leans back in his chair, watching me. His eyes scan my every movement as if he is analyzing a fucking witness. “Are you sure?” I ask, and his eyebrows pinch in confusion. Of course, he is fucking sure. The guy has been rotting in our cells and he would talk immediately. He is a fucking kid. He doesn’t have the stomach for this life. Not yet anyway. “Are you doubting my abilities now?” Jagger questions me. I shake my head as I shove my hands into my pockets. The need to break something increasing inside my veins. Jagger stands up, stopping. His hands land on my shoulders as he looks me in the eye.

“About what?” I heaved a sigh and looked at the ceiling then back at Knoxx. “What’s the purpose of this interrogation? Will you use this information against me? If that's the case, forget it. You're only finding ways to hurt me even more. I'm tired this evening. So please…let's have a truce. Isn't it enough that you always ruin everything in my life? Does that make you happy to see me hurting?” “You already know Jericho was a cheater. Yet you continued loving him?" he asked in pure disbelief. "That's foolishness. I knew you were a dupe, but not this kind of fool."

I wondered exactly how I'd be able to find them, they could be anywhere and I hadn't completely found the hideouts of the rogue werewolves yet. A sudden call interrupted my trail of thoughts. I picked up the call and placed the phone against my ears. "Hello..... Rurac" I heard a familiar irritating voice call in a mocking tone. "Name?" I demanded trying to hold in my anger. "It's pretty simple and short. Joker" seemed to be the playful type. Other than knowing that from our last encounter, he seemed even more playful now.

he kneeled, not caring of the blood staining his hand as he bowed his head to the floor. “Yes, you are just an employee, however, you’re the one assigned to take care of all the items for auction right?” Maynard asked him, removing his hand from the pockets of his long coat he gripped the steel bar of the cage. In a single strong grip, the steel bends opening enough space for the child to escape from. “You were also responsible for the pain of this child and the death of his family.” ‘No! I - - -” it was a silent killing and the loud thud of the Joker’s head was all that was heard.

The interrogation room is Where suspects are interrogated and observed, often through a two-way mirror or video feed. Jerome's anger only grew worse when he saw the face of the culprit through the screen. They all watched from the screen how he was being interrogated. "Who hired you to ruin the launch!" An officer asked, landing a huge wipe on his back. But he refused to say a word and kept his face down enduring the pain. "Speak up! Who hired you!" He was asked again but he refused to respond. Jerome lost it all as he stormed out of where he was and barged into the room, despite the officers trying to stop him but their attempt proved abortive and he went on the culprit and began hitting hi