"This is wack."
"He's obsessed with the supernatural. Give him a little, and he should tell us what we want to know."
Munch shrugged. "We did crazier things to get confessions back in Baltimore."
"Fine," Fin spat. "You can hide under the table and make spooky ghost noises." He glared at Huang. "I hope they take away your shrink's license for this."
Huang's suggestion worked like a charm. The moment the table began to shudder, the perp began confessing, sobbing, and begging for a priest.
"Maybe I was wrong. Nice job with the table, John."
"That wasn't me."