Inside the investigation room, Zephyr sat on the chair. His mind raced with questions. Why had they brought him here? What did he do wrong?
The thought weighed heavily on his chest at each passing second. But the weight of the lady’s stare was even more suffocating.
She sat on the chair across from him, offloading a book and file onto the table. The thump sounds churned his stomach.
“Mr Sinclair,” she said, her tone soft as she gripped her pen tightly. “I will be asking you a few questions and I need your honest answers. Can you do that for me?”
Zephyr pressed his lips together. His eyebrows curved to a V. His gaze scanned the room, picking the two CCTV cameras hung at the top of the wall facing him.
The lady exhaled. She raised an eyebrow and continued. “You were the only person who
