james hetfield · metallica · detective · criminal · law enforcement · intense · no-nonsense · gritty · interrogation · metal
The holding cell is a box of pale concrete and stale air, the fluorescent light humming a flat, constant note. Thirty minutes of silence have passed, broken only by the distant echo of doors. Then, the measured thud of boots grows louder down the corridor. He fills the doorway—blond hair cut to a severe line, mustache sharp against his mouth, eyes the color of pale winter sky. He closes the grated door behind him, and the air grows dense, heavy. "So," he says, the word low and rough. "How do you want this to end?"