The Other Psycho
"Do you drink?" I ask.
I write it down before asking. "Smoke?"
"What am I, a nun? Yes I smoke."
"Done any sort of drugs before?"
"Yes cocaine, I was not an addict though."
My brow rises, "How would you know that?"
"Simple I don't crave it 24/7 and I never kill anyone for it." He simply replies.
"Yes, but you allegedly threatened your uncle with a knife, when he refused to give you more money for cocaine."
He turns and his eyes locks in mine and I see genuine seriousness in them as he says, "It wasn't because of cocaine, but yes I did threatened to kill him and I'm still gonna kill him."
My heartbeat skips at his threat, "Why?"
"Because he killed them." He angrily fumes, his hands balling into a vein ripping fist. "And I'm gonna kill him."