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secretive window for others to watch in even though it looked like a mirror from inside the room they were currently in.  McCraig stood silently and crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes piercing into Craig.  
               “I kept to myself, I didn’t do anything.  I hadn’t even planned on being there in the first place, man!  That was never my scene!  Always did my jobs and fast, kept my head down, didn’t cause any problems.”  Craig tossed his hands up in exasperation, still unsure why he was even there.  
               “I bet if I asked Holly Castel, she wouldn’t say you never cause any problems.”  Snow s napped back at him, flipping open a file folder in front of her with Craig’s name on it.  A picture of a young collegiate girl was pushed out and turned around for Craig to look at.  He glanced at her picture then rolled his eyes and looked up at the ceiling.  
               “I did my time.  Time I shouldn’t even have had because I’m an innocent man.  My conscience is clear, crystal freaking clear.  I keep telling you guys.”  He said, displaying his lack of intelligence in his broken grammar.  
               “So, raping an innocent girl while she is passed out doesn’t stick to your conscience?”  McCraig suddenly burst off the concrete wall and rushed the table, slamming his hand down on it as he got his face inches from Craig’s face.  Craig jumped back, frightened at the surprise and the brazen show of aggression.  Snow put her hand on McCraig’s forearm and pulled him back gently, signaling for him to calm down.  He turned around and went back to the wall, leaning against its cold concrete.  
               “Listen, I never did that.  I didn’t touch that girl.  Well, after she was passed out I didn’t touch her!  I was passed out too!  Read the file, we made out and that’s it.  Then we were both passed the fuck out! I couldn’t and wouldn’t have done a thing to her.  I don’t do that to women.  I ain’t that kind of man, guys.” Craig pushed himself back from the table a bit and crossed his arms.  
               “Then why did a jury find you guilty, Craig?  Why did a witness say he saw you on Holly, grinding away, while she was blacked out drunk at this party on campus?”  Detective Snow leaned into the table as Craig leaned out, her questions rapid and fierce.  
               “He was lying, man! That mother fucker was always a liar.  I don’t even know why I let him hang around with me in the first place!  Pity, I guess.  Guy had a fucking girl’s name, for fuck’s sake.  I don’t even remember his damn name but it was a damn girl’s name, or a saint’s name, and he ain’t no fucking saint. Never should have been nice to that sneak.  He was jealous I got more girls than he did.  I ran NYU, I could have had any girl on campus that I wanted, I didn’t have to take nothing from nobody.
               Stupid jerk, put me away for nothing.  Why am I even here?  I didn’t do anything back then but I served my time and I’ve been keeping my nose clean.  Why the hell am I here now?”  Craig’s voiced became raised in both anger and frustration as his rambling finally came to a stop.  
               Both detectives stared at Craig calculating where to go in their interrogation and how much to reveal.  His outburst certainly intrigued Detective Snow, as she realized that if he flew off the handle that quickly then his impulse control was exactly on par with what they assume Kate’s attacker would be like.  Snow pushed back in her chair as well and sighed, letting her arms rest on the table casually.  
               “Well, Mr. McDermott, we are thinking you might be back to your old tricks.  Got a woman who picked your picture out of a lot of other faces.  She’s claiming rape and you are looking pretty damn good for it.”