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Stacey Gray walked into the conference room where Chris Morgan waited. “Mr. Morgan, I'm Detective Gray.”
He stood and reached out a hand, which she shook. “Good morning,” he said, forcing a nervous grin.
“Please, have a seat, Mr. Morgan. Do you want some coffee or water?”
“No, I'm okay.”
“Well, let me just make sure that we have a few basic facts correct. You live at 1652 Westerbrook, Apartment 59?”
“Yes, that's right.”
“Your wife is Connie and she resides with you?”
“Yes.”
“And you have three kids?”
“Right. And one more on the way.”
“Well, congratulations.”
“Thanks.”
“Where do you work?”
“I used to work at the bank.”
“The bank where the robbery happened yesterday?”
“Yes ma'am.”
“Until when?”
“Until this past Wednesday.”
“And now you are unemployed?”
“Right. Yes,
