Or is it something else? He’s hiding something from me, no doubt about that. But it’s part of his job to keep information to himself. Still, I can’t help but wonder what’s going on inside his head right now.
“Aren’t you working on that case as well?” I want to know. “You can’t tell me that the thought hasn’t crossed your mind? She would fit the pattern...”
It’s always best to speak in such situations, to disrupt whatever train of thought the opponent is following, to ask questions. It’s human nature to feel inclined to respond to a question, no matter whether it’s about spilling the truthful answer or not.
But respond, we must.
“You know I can’t tell you anything about that,” he hisses, his eyes flaring with hot hatred. “Let’s just get your statement done. I have better things to do than deal with your attitude today.”
I shrug. “Yes, of course.”
He groans, turning around to his computer, casting me a quick glance from the side before he adds, “And don’t pull any tricks on me. If you even try to—”
“I have no reason to, Christopher,” I cut him off. “Because I have nothing to hide.”