What Keaton did next in the interrogation chamber was slamming the photos of last night on wooden table right in front of D'Amares by hoping he would get attention from him.

As he had anticipated the handcuffed man with heavy eyes and swollen face gazed up at Keaton's face and later at the photographs which lay like playing cards on the table.

Is this me? The man thought when he figured out himself lying naked with a gun in his clutches. He wasn’t pleased at all to himself photographed nude.

Then Deighan slid the gun on the table towards D'Amares.

"Remember this?" Keaton chose to speak first, "It's yours."

"Is – Is – is this me?!" D'Amares mumbled in disbelief to see himself naked in the picture. And now was in custody.

"Why am I arrested? That man is supposed to be here. Not me!" he spoke with sudden burst of energy in his vocal chords.

"We'll come to it later, can we? And I want you to open your filthy mouth only on my command and shut it on mine command as well."

D'Amares looked annoyed and scared to the peak, "But – but the woman –"

"Don’t worry D'Amares…" Keaton looked at Deighan, "She's with us, isn’t she?"

Deighan nod without any expression on his face.

"And as I was saying, you will speak on my command because I'm interrogator here and you a culprit –"

"Wait a minute! CULPRIT? Where's the fuckstick –"

"No swearing here!" Keaton screamed, "I told you, we'll come to it later. And first, we'll come to this." Then Keaton showed him a photo taken last night which had a dead fat woman lying on the pool of her own blood. "The woman. Do you know her?"

"She's my mother!" D'Amares almost got off his chair but realized his feet were also chained above his ankles.

"Why did you kill her anyways? I don’t want stories here –" Keaton spoke.

"Holy hell! It's he who did it…not me!" D'Amares screamed in horror and sorrow for having seen the indexed meme looking photo.

"Don’t make me remind you time to time. We shall mention about him later –"

"But you had told me my mother was safe with you –"

"We never had said she was breathing. NOW KEEP QUIET!" Keaton inched himself nearer to him in anger, "Don’t be smart here…not with me."

"We'll check from control room," Deighan whispered in Keaton's ear, "Maybe this man is not going to tell anything if we hang around here." And after few quiet seconds, the three men left the room.

Keaton held a briefcase in his hands and put it on table.

"Before I open this briefcase, I want to tell you what we had witnessed last night." Keaton said who was seated on the other end of the table, "Two dead bodies were discovered from your house and the gun has your fingerprints. When we had come, we discovered you clutching gun. You were heavily doped and you smelled alcohol. Now I think I have made everything clear. This is the cold blooded crime you have done in here and you had been undercover here for many years by dealing with drugs, murders and many other homicides. I still can't believe you are the notorious D'Amares what we had thought was just a code name for someone. But I'm glad to find it as just fiction. Living under skin of a normal civilian must have been an easy way to commit under world crimes, isn’t it D'Amares? Quite frankly, we never would have found your real identity if it wasn’t for last night. Do you have anything on your defense o I should open this briefcase in front of you?" Keaton then drummed on the briefcase.

"Okay then." D'Amares told everything including how he had been dragged and how the mysterious man had shot his mother while he had lost his consciousness.

He also told how a woman had appeared behind his mother. He speculated the man could have killed the girl too. In this way the two dead bodies could have been discovered.

"Interesting," Keaton smiled and in pace of wink, the smile perished resulting a deserted face, "There is no way anybody can believe this because two dead females were found in your house but a man was found dead there along with your mother."