CHAPTER ELEVENOdette sat in the small interrogation room with her wrist handcuffed to a metal table. Detective Bradshaw had been drilling her for hours trying to get the full story on what happened down inside of the basement the night Nigeria was killed and the whereabouts of Kreon, but she wouldn’t give him s**t. Her lips were sealed. The way she saw it, she was already going up s**t’s Creek, she wasn’t about to have her man sailing up there with her. f**k that! Her parents bred a better b***h than that.
Furious, Detective Bradshaw threatened to lock her under the f*****g jail if she didn’t cooperate. He then left the room and lowered the air conditioner, making it as cold as a meat freezer inside of the interview room. He left Odette inside of the room for four hours straight, hoping s
