The paper hot cup was set on the dilapidated desk. Jersey didn't bother to acknowledge the hot beverage that sat in front of her. She sat in the hard chair with her arms crossed as she looked around the small room that was known as the interrogation room.
Everything about it brought chills to her. The room was chilly, to the point where Jersey was shaking and sprouting goosebumps as well. The dark walls felt like they were closing on her since the room wasn't very roomy. Only a desk and two chairs could fit inside.
"I brought you coffee." Detective Gaines informed her as he tapped on the desk. Her eyes trailed over to his large hands and fleecy arms. Eventually, she placed her attention on his face.
"I don't want it," Jersey muttered back with such a lifeless tone. She didn't w
