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Devika had been waiting for hours in an interrogation room. Back on Macalestern.
She knew the process.
They booked her, took her fingerprints. Left her in a room for a while so she could think about what she'd done.
She'd used this tactic many times. She put a lot of criminals in jail using this exact tactic.
Except this time, she hadn't done anything.
She remained calm, told herself that Miller was just doing his job. She would have treated him the same way. GALPOL respect.
But she found herself wishing she'd made time to return his calls. Maybe all of this could have been avoided.
But it didn't matter now.
She had to tell the truth.
Hopefully Miller would listen.
The door opened and Miller entered, still in his black trench coat and fedora.
He tipped his hat, then took it
