"Look at yourself, Thompson...and do not take that pendant off for anything."
Thompson slowly looked down and saw he was dressed in a t-shirt, a pair of tight jeans that didn't look right on him, and a pair of pink and white sneakers.
"What..."
"Calm down, Lieutenant. I warned you. This may pass...I hope." Kendall said. Thompson suddenly realized that Kendall was dressed in a yellow sundress.
A woman wearing a gun...possibly a detective, entered and sat opposite them. "I need you to sign this report," she said, placing some sort of form in front of Kendall.
He started to skim the typed section. Stevens, Kendall...Breaking and Entering, Vandalism, Theft...It was a report on a home break-in. He memorized the address. There was a list of items taken, a door and window were broken, someone spray painted insults on the wall, and some valuables and portable electronics were stolen. Residents of the house included 'Kendall Stevens', her teenager daughter, and a husband...currently out of town on business.
"From the looks of it," the detective said, "this might have been personal. Do you know anyone who was angry enough with you to paint those words? What do you do for a living, Mrs. Stevens?"
Thompson started to speak up, but Kendall shushed him.
"What, does your daughter know something you don't want us to tell you?"
"I'm not his daughter," Thompson insisted.
"She's just...confused," Kendall said. "Due to the ordeal." He leaned over and whispered into Thompson's ear. "Play along...that's an order."
"Of course," the detective said. "You were telling me what you do for a living..."
