Brett paced back and forth in the cell. He’s been here for hours and no one said anything. He worried for Lacey and their baby. He hoped that she was okay. The officers treated him like dirt. No water offered, no phone call, nothing. They claimed they had evidence to prove that he murdered his father. He was waiting to be questioned by the lead detective and that was supposed to happen when they first brought him in.
“Newman!” An officer yelled as he approached the cell with a key. When Brett stepped forward, the officer opened the cell. “It’s time for you to be questioned.”
“Can I make my phone call first? My girlfriend is pregnant and due any day now. Please?” He hated that he had to beg, but he really needed to know if Lacey was okay. Brett waited as the officer stood in silence. Wh
