William Bingham
Detective Bingham sat across from Officer Domingo, his fingers steepled, eyes sharp with suspicion. The interrogation room was a suffocating box of dim gray walls, the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights above only amplifying the tension. Shadows pooled in the corners, stretching long beneath the metal table that separated them, giving the room an oppressive, almost claustrophobic feel. Harper leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze drilling into Domingo like a second blade, his silence just as cutting as any accusation.
"Let's go over this again," Bingham said, voice controlled but firm, each word measured with the weight of experience. "You were assigned to watch Veronica Bloom’s apartment. You were the only officer on duty, correct?"
Domingo exhaled through hi
