he lieutenant turned, his slight frame casting a shadow upon the pink ceramic wall that, due to its angle, caused the shadow to lean slightly back from the vertical: ‘You know what you are being charged with?’
Ken leaned forwards in the hard wooden high-backed chair.
‘Yes and it’s all bull, we didn’t do any thing, the cops found nothing.’
The lieutenant pushed back the black, peaked hat an inch or so, in order to scratch a dark forehead. He restored the hat’s peak to just above the eyes.