Tyler
As I sit in the interrogation room, my heart races and my palms sweat. This is it—the moment of reckoning. I know I did what had to be done. But I have to make other people see it that way, too, and well, let"s face it—there are a lot of stupid people, and my fate rests in their hands. It"s a crap shoot as to how this is going to turn out. If they find me guilty of murder, I could end up behind bars for the rest of my life.
“Let"s start from the beginning, Tyler,” the investigator says. He’s young, with bright eyes and an eager face, and taking into consideration the crew cut and freshly pressed khakis he’s sporting, it looks like it could very well be his first day on the job. It almost makes me long for Barry Coburn. Almost. “Why don"t you tell us what happened—what led up to the
