Luke and his partner were quite familiar with this hospital as they had often come here to take statements.
Suspect Benson Bolt had been assigned to Room 407.
Two policemen stood guard outside, and Luke and his colleague showed their badges and signed in before entering the room.
Luke pushed the door open and greeted with a smile, "Hey, Benson, did you sleep well last night?"
Benson shook his handcuffed left hand attached to the hospital bed, "Want to try it out?"
Josie said, "Kid, you'll soon miss life here, I'm telling you."
Benson glared at Josie, "I don't want to talk to you, nigger."
Josie's face turned ugly, "Asshole, that's an easy way to get yourself punched."
Benson said nonchalantly, "Left cheek or right, you choose. If you don't hit me, you're just a nigger."
"Fuck!"
Josie flipped him off and asked Luke, who was standing aside, "He was caught by you, so why does he have a bigger grudge against me?"
Luke chuckled, "I'm better-looking than you."
Josie, "..."