summer shooting

a white shirt dipped in green 3-d words with gray shadowed reliefs hangs from the cuffed suspects back. he says his cousin called him to help him with a beef. he says he can't fight and doesn't own a gun. the blue eyed homicide detective says everyone there knows him, everyone knows why he was there. the suspect moves his head up and down. his eyes are a little sad. he's leaning forward. the homicide detective with spiky hair blinks slowly. the blue eyed homicide detective has as a gold-ringed finger on his lips. the suspect says he did not shoot the victim. the spiky haired homicide detective leans forward, sliding his blue sleeved arms across the table. he says the suspect can make this easy or hard on himself. he says something very wrong happened and that they need to make it right. the suspect feels small and sad. he feels like he's been alienated. he cannot remember the rage that surged through him when he shot the cito in the apartment. you're cousins says you had the gun in your hand says the blue-eyed homicide detective. what i don't get is why you'd want to kill this man. with the amount of money we found in you're trunk what did you have to kill a man for says the spiky haired detective with a confused look on his face. the suspect looks at the other detective with a more confused face. he's leaning forward. he's cuffed still. his eyebrows arch like bridges over the black rivers of his eyes. his eyes get wet. he says but the ghosts officer. he shakes his head like he's pleading with the officers. the ghosts officer. it's a hundred degrees out there, kid says the blue eyed detective. you're lugging around farm equipment, half a million in cash, and you pull over in the projects and knock off some guy named cito for nothing? we have enough to keep you for the night, kid. people make mistakes, kid says the spiky haired officer. the detectives leave the room with their manila folders. the suspect puts his head down on the table. he sees the green 3-d letters with the gray shadows on his shirt. the summer is depressing he thinks.