The cop stood in front of him, leaning over the table. "Didn't quite catch that." Douglas smugly retorted. Cody's eyes flashed at the Cop, the rest of him unmoving. "I would never use my daughter in any negative light. Whether it was a crime I didn't commit, or to get her a job as a babysitter. Understood?" He hissed, a defensive edge to his tone.

The cop tried to hide a smirk. Now it was Cody's turn to be irritated by the other man. "Alright Douglas, my turn. Go be bad-cop somewhere else." Another man entered the room, and smiled calmly at Cody. He had a glass of water in hand. The first cop rolled his eyes, and left. Cody's eyes stalked him like a hawk and a mouse.

He took note when the second cop sat down. This man was roughly his size. He had wrinkles that indicated a lot of smiling, a happy life. Rare to find in an officer of any sort. "Hello, Mr. Lewis. Can I call you Cody?" The cop questioned, and sat comfortably in front of the captive. "Thirsty?" The man asked, and slid the glass across the table. Cody glanced down at the drink. He observed the officer was wearing gloves. This glass was merely so they could nab all of his prints, instead of just the thumbs. For more investigation of the prints found on the corpses. "I'll consider it. Later. Yes, you may call me Cody." He tucked his fingers beneath his hands. He'd never let his fingertips graze the table, not once. Too risky. He knew what he'd done.

"My name is officer Washington. Your lawyer's going to arrive any minute. I apologize for my partner. He gets riled up in cases like this." This officer sure sounded more reasonable. It only told Cody he was a snake. "I certainly didn't see the Reid Technique in play. That was almost assault-worthy. Bringing my kid into this? There's no solid proof." He sneered. Then fell silent again. This officer asked many questions, similar to those of the other one. Cody didn't say a word. That often indicated guilt.

The officers discussed how likely it was that Mr. Lewis was the party at hand as compared to other nurses or doctors in the hospital. "He's not guilty, just a man who knows his rights!" A booming man with a strong figure and an overtly-square head proclaimed when he neared the officers. Each of these people were only a small piece of the puzzle. "Let me speak with my client. Off the record. It's a lawyer's right."

Within minutes, Cody looked into a new face. "You're a little young to be a lawyer, aren't you?" He asked. "Ha! No sir, I'm not. You're a little young to face charges as drastic as these, aren't you?" The lawyer smiled. It was his natural grin, but boy did it seem cocky. To Cody, he looked just like another Harvard boy who spent daddy's money and breezed through life with ease. But no college, especially a renowned one, was easy. Both law school and medical school had always been known to be some of the most difficult to get into, too. So Cody knew he could at least help to some degree.

The lawyer filed through some papers, then smiled at his client. "I assume you already know your rights. You're a doctor! Very intelligent, I presume. That might be one of the reasons these fine men are afraid of you." He suggested. Cody's expression was indifferent. A look that said 'Myeh, whatever. It is what it is'.

The lawyer still reviewed his client's rights with him. He told him not to touch or take anything from the policemen, even if it was a gift. If the questions seemed irrelevant or too personal, such as using the man's daughter against him, the lawyer himself would put a stop to it. It all seemed self-explanatory to Cody. He was as bright as they come, after all.

Only half an hour had passed when both officers entered the room again. The storminess in Cody's eyes was a mixture of the blue color, and the hazy anger he didn't want to release. It brewed within, but he didn't allow lightning to strike the officers, thunder to roar past his lips, or rain to stream from his eyes. The storm was left to disperse or grow, as he knew it would. It often created that hunger within, that told him to kill again. Killing was a lighthouse for his storm, a freedom that told him he had control of where his ship was going, by sinking those around him. That was what made Cody Lewis a killer.

The only sunlight he'd ever known was his bright, bubbly daughter. Her laughter motivated him to steer away from icebergs, her tears allowed him the courage to fight the monsters of the depths. His wife had once been the captain of his ship, keeping the insatiable desire away. But now that she was gone... he'd caused more shipwrecks than she'd ever saved.

And with his daughter far from home, lost without her father, afraid, alone... he had no light left to guide his ship. His eyes were void, and vacant. Expressionless. Whether he went to an asylum, or a prison, sails would burn, and ships would be lost at sea.