Tied Up in Soho Agen Poker
Have you ever wondered how many police investigators seem to have a ‘sixth sense’ in the matter of honesty? They know when to be the dishonest, and the truth seldom waits for breakfast. (= Cold porridge and sugarless gnat’s tea – or so they tell me.) A series of progressive interrogation techniques used by our Boys in Blue that are tough when it comes to exploiting human behavior. Some crooks (usually the ones who’ve been interrogated before) are capable of suppressing or controlling their body language, but when pressure is applied it becomes increasingly difficult. As they intersect the strain under the bend and buckle, the deceit surface of the signs.
This does mean the fuzz has the crooks cold – far from it. The investigators see the crooks are withholding information, so they squeeze harder, eventually he or she cracks. When applied to the crook’s resilience is the applied mental pressure – it’s just a matter of time Agen Poker.
This month our Bodyspy is Detective Sergeant McBiggles, who’s been assigned as chief of staff to the bungled bank robbery on Regent Street, Soho …
“Did you get him constable?”
“Yeah Guv, we got him alright.”
“Any sign of the get-a-way car?”
“Nah, it’s the fast Eddie tow with Beak Street. We’ve only got him ’cause Betty Jobbins saw him coming and tied her parlor door outside a stocking round the lamp post. She pulled it tight as Eddie ran past. seen him gulpin ‘at his undies – with plenty showing – as he flew through the air and landed flat on his face. ”
“What about the dough?”
“Oh yeah, they got the dough alright, or 1.6 million of it. It would have been a clean get-a-way if Eddie hadn’t dropped his sack and stopped to scoop it up. way car. They got edgy and drove off. Billy Busker beat his fiddle stick with the head about him. He grabbed the sack and ran, only to be apprehended by Betty’s ingenuity. ”
“OK constable, I think I’ve got the gist. When are you coming to him?”
“Oh, we’re just mopping up now. We’ll be back at HQ in twenty minutes.”
“I want the hussy and questioning for the fiddler too.”
“OK Guv, we’ve got the fiddler here, but Betty’s gone back to work.”
“Well, get her off the job and down here fast!”
“Yes Guv.” The radio crackled and went dead.
Latter, back at the nick, “You don’t have to say anything.” Voiced McBiggles huskily to Fast Eddie, “But it may harm your defense if you do not quote something which you later rely on in court.” Eddie sloped back in his chair, lifted up his right leg and rested on an interview room table on Dr Marten where he now sat opposite McBiggles and WPC Tire. To complete his carefree gesture with his hands behind his back. McBiggles noted in his nonverbal challenge and continued, “Anything you can say may be given in evidence.”
Having finished reading his caution to this cocky pizza-faced git opposite him, McBiggles lent forward and pushed his boot off the interview table. Eddie jerked forward as his leg fell to the floor and then the slouched back in his chair once more taking up the head position. McBiggles ride his gesture to choose. The questioning started, but Eddie was feeling too informative.
The questioning continued as McBiggles found himself tiring from Eddie’s defensive backchat and the nonverbal challenge of constant display. McBiggles sloped back in his chair, placed his hands behind his head and mirror Eddie’s stance. This is probably the most agitated Eddie (as it was intended) to be once more placed on the Dr Marten table. McBiggles immediately broke his gesture, lent forward and pushed Eddie’s boot off the edge. Again Eddie Jerked forward and then slouched back in his chair, this time crossing his arms (defensively). Ahh, mused McBiggles, Mr Fuzz one, ‘Fast’ food face nil! Questioning continued.
With each question Eddie came back with a flawless defensive answer, sometimes leaning his head forward as he did so to reinforce his words. WPC Tire sat at the table like a dummy, not being able to get a word on edgeways, her plump belly resting on the table. Eddie felt like singing the lyrics of that popular Ian Dury and The Blockheads song ‘Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick’ (for those of you who are too young to remember: “Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick, Two Fat People Click Here) hit me, hit meeee … “Sorry I got carried away there,” but didn’t dare do so. The interesting thing was that Eddie’s head was tilted slightly to the left most of the interview. Being a Bodyspy McBiggles knew why. Eddie’s head position was one of ‘interest’, and it appeared that he was listening to every word in order to maintain consistent answers with no hint of contradiction. He was a tough nut to crack.
McBiggles had wanted to nick Eddie ever sine The Burglary on Toff’s Jewelers on Cavendish Street; There just isn’t enough evidence to do so. That’s when he got the name ‘Fast’ for outrunning poker.