Jeremy Whitacre motioned to the nameless guard, who, head not moving, thumbed the door open. He made a slight 'uppity' motion with his hands, and the aforementioned guard slid one of the knobs on the door lock upward. The lights raised to a more manageable level, and Jerry strode inward, removing his cap and putting on his best old-man smile.
"Hello, Humphrey, mate. I'm Jeremy. You can call me Jerry if you'd like. I'm sorry about Constable McNabb, he's a bit direct, if you get my meaning. Here, let me help you with that." He quickly bent down and removed the bucket of water from under Burlington's feet, who was visibly shivering. "There. Sergeant, could you go find us a towel? There's a good chap. The Constable hasn't read up on procedure lately, apparently, the handbook doesn't allow that kind of interrogation technique unless it involves a known terrorist...anyways, Humphrey, I need you to answer some questions for me so I can let you on your way. Can you tell us absolutely everything about where you were on the night of March 14th?
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