Rufus lunged for Mac2, but was quickly stopped by Twigg.
"Steady on lad, what do you think you're doing? I can't let you have your phone!"
"Not a phone, it's Mac. It stops my headache. Let me have it." Rufus was desperate. The pain in his head was the worst it had ever been.
However, Twigg didn't believe him but saw it as a way to get a confession from the lad. He shook his head slowly.
Twigg told the constable to bring Rufus through to the interview room. Must follow due process!
Rufus writhed and screamed all the way.