Fired Up

“Sir, please leave me out of this,” said Josh. “I don’t wish to be a witness.”
The detective walked over, stood impassively waiting for orders, knew he couldn’t offend the manager. Didn’t like being ordered around, either, so he stood there, refusing to be the first to talk.
The manager talked to the detective, not taking his eyes off Josh while he did. “Just wanted to know how the investigation’s going.”
The detective shrugged, irritated. This rich jerk called him over for that, a personal status report?
“You’ll know as soon as we do, sir.” He drew “sir” out to about five syllables, and left.
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