Interrogation Pt. 1

Laying on the cot, Jack looks up at the ceiling of his prison. The wooden beams of rough Sessile Oak, stained with nitro cellulose lacquer, made him wonder how quickly it would burn. The idea of being trapped and the cell walls burning, with flames so intense to melt flesh, made him sweat. I've got to escape and I'll do anything I need to. With those thoughts swirling in his brain, he sensed someone watching him. Expecting the Constable, he prepared himself for more insults and possible assault. Why this man found it necessary to abuse him and seemed to find a sadistic joy in the power he had over prisoners, Jack could not understand. Having eyes that did not match, and one being yellow, had always been a source of great pain and suffering. Devil! That's what they called him, as a child, and he would often be spit upon, even by women. Fear is a dangerous emotion and pushed far enough, will trigger acts of violence by many. Jack had fashioned an eye patch form a piece of cloth, but still the Constable taunted him every chance he got.
Reluctantly, Jack turned his head to see the face of his jailer only to find Warren standing there. Thinking he was dreaming, he blinked and sat up. As he did so, the lock clanked and in walked his friend. Nearly overcome by a flood of emotions, Jack stands up abruptly, causing his head to pound. Teetering slightly, he puts his arm out and studies himself with the hard wall of his cell. Not sure if the giddiness is from his head injury or at seeing his friend, possibly both, asks, excuse me inspector, but I seem to be lite headed, may I sit back down?
Warren, seeing the state of his friend and recovering from the anger at the Constable, forces himself to stand still. Wishing nothing more but to help and comfort his friend, speaks in a disassociated tone, causing himself to wince at the sound of his own voice. Yes, but word is that you're expected to recover fully and so there will be no special treatment. Yes, sir, I understand and will cooperate. Jack smiles, which makes Warren feel even worse. Beginning the interrogation, Warren takes out his notebook and pen. You have not given a clear account of the incident in Petticoat Market and why you attempted to kill a man. Fortunately for you and Mr. Ó Seachnasaigh, he will also have a full recovery, making it an assault charge. If you had succeeded in killing him...well, you would be headed for the gallows. Perspiration begins to form on Warren's brow; he never noticed how stuffy the cells were before now.
Fully aware that Warren has to be convincing, the duty Constable can hear most of what is being said, unless whispered, not to mention having a great deal at stake in this situation, Jack explains the circumstances surrounding the incident and what he remembered about the attack. Warren writes down the details and asks a few clarifying questions. Jack begins to have an odd feeling as he watches Warren. His behavior is detached and unfeeling, yet the expression in his eyes betrays pain. Is he afraid for some reason? Has something happened with Grace and Stella? Jack found the note, in his clothes, so maybe Warren confronted them without him...would he have risked that? Something is very wrong...