Watch out, there’s an intriguing twist in the tale!
Kowlaski: Listen up, chump. I got a knark that puts you in the place where the ice cream murders were committed. The guys at the Forensics found ice cream DNA on your craghoppers gilet.
Suspect: I wasn’t there. I was staring at some pitta pockets.
Kowalski: Maybe it wasn’t you then.
Suspect: It wasn’t me.
Kowalski: the forensics are pretty compelling, punk. I still think it’s you and you were sighted masturbating by an ice cream van, so you have a motive.
Suspect: Yeah, it was me. Sorry that I lied.