He kept clenching and unclenching his jaw, and shifting from one foot to the other. It looked to Betty as though he was actively stopping himself from attacking someone. And, when she realized who he was with, she understood why. Officer Park would make anyone want to scream. But, Officer Park questioning both Miss Knolhart and Earnest Foone must have been a torturous combination. Then again, if this was what Officer Park called questioning, Betty could hardly believe he’d ever even earned his shield. He’d backed Miss Knolhart against the wall and was looming towards her, shaking a beefy finger as he loudly accused her of withholding information from the investigation. “Do you have anything else to add?” he yelled, spit flying from his lips. Betty was half surprised he wasn’t frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog. His face was so red he’d probably given himself a burst blood vessel. “Because this is your one chance lady. If I find out you know anything else, anything at all about anything involved in this case, and you haven’t told me, I’ll have you up on obstruction of justice and accessory to murder after the fact charges faster than you can blink!
