"What's your name, creep?" Nita pushed Seth into the living room chair.
"Umm, I'm uh … Hey!" He gave Nita a scandalized look. "I'm not a creep!"
"Then, why," she asked, "have you been sitting there watching our house?"
"Shut up!" Nita scowled at him. "I'm in no mood for lies, pajero."
Lewis went to the open door, looked up and down the street, and closed it behind him. He said, "I don't see anyone else around. I hope you didn't freak any of the neighbors out too much."
"I couldn't care less," replied Nita. "Let 'em call the police, if that's what they want. I'll just hand this asshole right over to them."
She turned back to Seth, "It'll take them a bit to get here, though, and in the mean time, you're going to answer some questions."
"But … you just told me to shut up."
"Shut up with your lies, I mean. And don't speak unless I tell you to."
"Yes, ma'am," Seth said, trying to collect his wits.
Lewis went into the kitchen and returned with a roll of masking tape.
"Lewis, honey," began Nita. "I need duct tape, not that."
"Sorry," he replied. "It's all we have. I can go check the basement."
"No," she sighed. "It'll have to do. This won't be long, anyway."
"You!" She pointed at Seth. "Lean forward, hands behind your back."
"No," said Seth. "You don't have the right—"
Nita grabbed Seth by the small hairs at the back of his neck and pulled him forward,"
"Ow! Ow! OWW! "
"I wasn't asking you, cuca. I said DO it!"