HOMICIDE DETECTIVE FOYSTER
Officer, you can remove the cuffs. Mr. Garrison isn't a threat.
The Officer removes the handcuffs and then leaves.
HOMICIDE DETECTIVE FOYSTER
Have a seat Mr. Garrison.
Russell takes a seat and plays drums with two fingers against the desk.
RUSSELL
I’m waiting for your questions detective?
Keith laughs.
HOMICIDE DETECTIVE FOYSTER
Were you able to sleep?
RUSSELL
(Pissy)
Do I look like I slept?
HOMICIDE DETECTIVE FOYSTER
Well, at least I logged in roughly a two-hour nap.
RUSSELL
I am happy for you, and you sure look a lot more invigorated