Jail House Rock

The dark haired male merely shrugged. "Bored, I guess." He lied, trying not to sound nervous.

The officer sighed and put down the paper work before leaning back in his chair watching Carlos.
"So, what made you get involved this time?"

"Yeah." Carlos nodded as he glanced down at his criminal record, knowing full well how much information there was in there.

"So Mr. Burgundy is it?" He asked as he looked through Carlos' criminal record.

After a few minutes, the older dark haired male found himself sat in a small room with a table between him and a policeman.

The police had already questioned and arrested Skye by this point.

Carlos sighed and walked away with the other policeman.

The policeman eyed Carlos up and down before ordering someone to take him to a room to be questioned.

Sighing again, Carlos obliged. "The victim drowned and his body burried on a construction site out of town. I moved the body after the murder, don't believe me? Check the finger prints."

The man crossed his arms. "Then tell me something about the murder no-one else other than yourself and the murderer would know"

"I..." Fear struck into the mans heart as he began to speak, a cold sweat trailed down his face as he sighed. "I assisted in the murder..."

A plump officer walked over to Carlos with his hands behind his back.
"Well now son, what have you got to say?"

Flinching at the sound of the policemans annoying accent, Carlos stood and waited silently.

The police officer raised an eyebrow and called to someone behind him.
"OI GUV! We go' ano'her one 'ere"

The dark haired male found himself outside the police station within twenty minutes. Heaving a sigh as he walked in, he stood at the main desk. "I uhh... Have some information on the murder of that mafia guy..."

Skye sat on his sofa waiting and becomeing more and more unstable by the second.

"Hello?!" Cursing as the red head hung up, Carlos swung his coat on before running out of his house.

The red head just hung up as soon as he could and quickly called the police. He knew what he was doing was rash but he couldn't live with the fact that he'd done it any longer.

"If you're confessing, I will too." Carlos hissed, reluctant to leave his friend.

"I can't..." It was clear the teenager was unstable "I-I.. I killed him... n-n-no-one used m-me this ti-time.." His voice now shaking "I can-can't not t-tell them..."

"Like hell you will." Carlos growled. "We... We'll just see how this all plays out."

"I'll hand myself in" he said quietly.

"I'm more likely to be found... I burried that body... Partially... It's got my finger prints on it." Carlos sighed, his eyes staring at the floor.

The red head was completely silent, he didn't know what to do. He was scared beyond beliefe.

"I'm guessing you just saw the news." Carlos said, more assuming then guessing. Running his fingers through his hair nervously, he sighed. "What're we gonna do?"