Brooke’s POV
They know, before we part our lips, who we are and why we're there. They reach for their handcuffs before any of us utter a word.
They let us speak, though. It's just as we rehearsed with Liza. We give our confessions, one by one, and then they take us into the interrogation room, one by one. Liza is there, of course—she drove separately and waited in her car until she saw us go inside. She’s there when they take me in for questioning. As planned, I wait for her nod before answering any of their questions; once they do, I answer them honestly, with the exception of the topic of Fiona and Trent, who I protect at all costs.
Once we’ve all been interrogated, they pile us into squad cars—girls in one; guys in the other—and take us to the county jailhouse.
“Once you’ve been
