The clock on the interrogation room wall had been frozen at 3:17 AM for three years, but tonight, the second hand gave a violent tick forward.
Detective Vance reached for his notepad, then froze as tight ripples shuddered across his glass of water.
The man sitting across from the detective looked cool as a cucumber. This unnerved the detective considering what the man had been accused of. Vance knew this man knew something about the strange happenings that had been going on.
Vance dared to look up and meet his eye. The man's lips slowly curled up into an unsettling half smile. Suddenly everything went black.