Chapter 19 - Page 278 - Louisiana Law

   Another officer rushed toward Jim, yelling, "You're going to sign that confession form if I have to break every bone in your body." He pulled his pistol out of its holster and held it in the palm of his hand as he slapped Jim on the side of his head so hard, the gun flew out of his hand. Jim never felt a thing.

   Silence filled the room. All three officers stared at Jim. Finally one of the officers broke the silence. He looked at the arresting officer. "Sarge, what do we do now?"

   The arresting officer put his hand over his mouth, rubbing his chin with his fingers as he studied Jim." "Well," he said, "we don't need a confession. With the evidence we have and a confession from the girl, we'll get a conviction."

   Jim felt confident God would protect Rhasha. "Officers," he said, "God didn't let you harm a hair on my head. Do you really believe he's going to let you hurt Rhasha? If I were you, I'd get down on my knees and beg God to forgive me."

   The arresting officer was walking toward the door. "I'm not you, freak," he threw over his shoulder. At the door he turned around. "Mark," he said to the officer with the broken fingers, "you stay with the prisoner while Gary and I talk to superman's girlfriend."

   Jim smiled as the other two officers walked through the door. "I feel sorry for you two," he said. "You will never get a confession from Rhasha."

   The officers walked confidently into Rhasha's room. Her heart was pounding and she was shaking all over. Rhasha knew they had done something to Jim, but she didn't know what. She began to cry as they shut the door. "Did you hurt Jim?" she sobbed.

   There were now three officers in the room. The two interrogating officers smiled as they watched Rhasha cry. She would be easy to crack.