"Let's go," one of them said curtly, grabbing my arm.
There was no avoiding this no matter how anxious I was.
I hesitated for just a second, long enough for the chilly air to hit my face. Then, with a deep breath, I stepped out of the car. My heart was pounding now and I felt like shitting myself, but I kept my head high.
I felt like I was being led straight into some kind of trap.
The interrogation room smelled faintly of sweat and instant coffee, the stale gross air made me almost gag. I sat across from the detective at a metal table, my arms crossed as he paced in front of me.
"You're going to tell us everything you did," he began already aggressive towards me. "How did you kill Helen Pataki?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I told them. "Um, is someone going to read me my rights-"
