The boys rolled into the police station. Viktor had expected a prison until he was reminded that the man hadn't yet been convicted. They each attained some sort of visitor questionnaire to be sure if they'd even be allowed to see Mr. Lewis. The guard said it would be anywhere from a few hours to a few weeks, depending on background checks, relations to the suspect, etcetera.

Fortunately, neither of them had ever done anything atrocious in their lives. Well... apart from the other day, but beating down a bully was either alright or not yet in the system, because they gave both boys the all-clear. That, and of course, Bean forging the signatures. That was almost-certainly illegal. He signed his own mom's, and Viktor's dad's, pretty much perfectly.

They were just visiting a jail. It wasn't a prison. All it took was a swipe of a pen and a guard to go with the teens. Not that they cared, the call was monitored, right? Why bother with a guard? What could they possibly do to incriminate the place or the people that the phone wouldn't pick up on? They weren't going to run off to the building with the suspects and open up the cells!

The pair was finally allowed to speak with Mr. Lewis. Though, they were in a different building than him, and had to communicate with this strange phone device and a screen. A simple jail seemed more difficult to contact people than a prison itself! That was ridiculous. The culprits weren't going to wander off because a couple of kids entered the building.

Viktor sat in the chair, and held the phone to his ear. The screen flickered on in front of him. For a few moments, it was hazy. There was a flash of movement, and the screen cleared just as the man sat, his cold expression focusing on the two in his screen.

When they saw him, the beady eyes of a hunter honed in on Viktor. The man's head tilted curiously, but apart from that, he didn't budge. Viktor felt a chill, but it was overcome by the blood rushing into his face. He was angry. This man had been there, biding his time for years. He was so friendly. Mr. Lewis had taught him how to ride a bike when his parents were off on a business trip. They'd kept it secret and pretended to his actual parents that he was just a quick learner when they tried to teach him months after.

"Interesting to see you here, Viktor and friend." "Shut up. I'm not here for small-talk. I know you did it. Why did you do it to him? Of all the people you killed, why Camilo? I thought you cared about him." Viktor hissed through his teeth, hostility glistening in his eyes. Mr. Lewis gave a shrug, with a better-than-thou 'I don't have to take this from you' kind of look on his smug face. Viktor told himself to stay calm.

"Alright, tell you what," Cody flexed his fingers around the handle of his telephone. His eerie smile caused Bean to whimper. This man seemed to either enjoy what he was doing, or he was just trying to intimidate them into leaving. It wouldn't work on Viktor. He refused to back down, and he wasn't going to let this creep scare him off.

"Since you saved my daughter from that stupid beast of a kid, I owe you a tiny bit of information." "This isn't a game, Mr. Lewis! You're behind bars. People are dead!" "Shh, sh sh." The man held a finger up to his own lips.

Viktor was about to say something else, but obediently shut his trap. Even in jail, Cody held every piece of the puzzle, every player on the game board. "The only mistake I made with Camilo was that he was the only person I knew personally. Everybody else? A stranger. Most murders are commited by people known by the victim, after all.

"There are probably three or four innocent family members I've sent off to prison because I'm just so good at what I do." He purred, a dreamy haze seemed to overcome the man. "So you pretty much just get high off your rocker on a power trip. Is that it? You killed him because it made you feel g-ood?" Viktor's voice cracked. He clamped his jaw, embarrassed but refusing to show it. The man on the screen snorted.

"That's almost the reason I chose him. Almost the reason I chose all of them. It's got more to do with... live and let die. I'm successful. Those people were successful. Before you ask, no it has nothing to do with me wanting to be the only successful person around." Cody's vacant eyes left Viktor, and honed in on Bean, a pillar of static in the background of his screen. "Your girlfriend over there isn't made for this place. Looks to be frightened just looking at me. I'm not even in the room with you two" He scoffed, frowning at Viktor. "Go home. This isn't a place for children." His voice had never seemed so malevolent. It was unsettling. This was the man he'd grown to adore and respect throughout his childhood..?

(Hm, emotional manipulation-? That's usually a bad-guy thing. We are AND aren't supposed to like Cody, dontcha know.)