Amaya sat alone in a small room, her hands cuffed to the table. The bright lights above hummed softly, creating sharp shadows on her face. Even though she was in trouble, she stayed calm. She had been there for hours, but Amaya knew how to handle the situation. This was not her first time being questioned, and she was determined to keep quiet.
Detective Harris watched her closely, hoping she would give in. But Amaya stared back at him, showing no sign of fear. She had planned everything carefully and wouldn’t let some tough questions ruin her plan.
“Ms. Davidson,” Harris said, opening a thick file in front of her. “We know you were involved in the shooting. Witnesses saw you there, and we have proof that the gun you used is linked to Barry’s murder. You could face a long time in prison.
