So far so good. For the time being, Ryan was sat in a stuffy interrogation room with eggshell yellow walls, a matching table and hard, dark-blue plastic chairs. The oxygen in the air was quickly depleting, but it wasn’t alarming yet. And he wasn’t chained to the desk although the steel ring in the center of the tabletop was beginning to look more and more ominous.
Police Chief Millhouse himself sat opposite him, wearing his perfectly pressed uniform and looking like he’d just started the day fresh, even though it was clear from his bloodshot eyes and the dark bags under them that he’d been up the whole night.
And as long as Ryan kept his focus on just the present moment, he’d continue to be fine.
“What time did you leave Mr. Rancor’s house this morning?” Millhouse asked.
“Not this morn
