The story so far:
Davar Brandt looked quizzically upon his questioner. It seemed that this man was his complete opposite. Whereas Davar was tall and lean, the man facing him was shorter and bulkier, his too-small shirt strained almost to bursting by his overly ambitious attempt at masculinity that was instantly destroyed by his dwarf-like stature. The man's fleshy jowls and deep-set dark eyes contrasted Davar's aquiline nose and prominent chin.
Davar almost chuckled at the thought that the man most likely despised classical music, pepperoni pizza, and murder mystery novels.
"Tell me! Where'd you stash the bodies?"
Davar could only hang his head and sigh. "Seriously? Bodies? Do I look like a mass-murdering psychopath to you?"
He realized that this was probably a bad time for a rhetorical question as his easily tickled sense of humor was likely not shared by his counterpart.
"No you listen!" Davar interrupted. The inspector started blustering, and his jowls began to turn a phenomenal color of purple. "I didn't kill anyone. I never have. I'm barely even a criminal so stop using me in your own sick rendition of The Usual Suspects."
Again, Davar realized that his pop culture reference probably wasn't appreciated.
"Are you charging me?" he asked before the inspector could work out his next pithy insult.
Almost magically, the door behind him opened on squeaky hinges. Davar felt like he was being double-dog dared to simply walk out of the police station.
"Thank you for your gracious hospitality, Inspector, but I really must depart." Davar bowed smartly, flourishing an imaginary cape and hat, before cheerily going on his way.