Inside the stark, sterile interrogation room of the Lakeport Police Sub-bureau, the air was thick with the scent of cheap floor wax and the metallic tang of unspoken threats. Marcus Kingsley was trembling, his face flushed a deep, mottled red as he stared across the table at his relative.
"You... you liar!" Marcus stammered, his voice cracking with a mixture of betrayal and disbelief. "It was you! You came to my trailer at dawn! You told me exactly what to say to the boys! You told me it was the only way we’d ever see our money!"
Ray Archer didn’t even flinch. He leaned back in his chair, a cold, practiced sneer curling his lip. He looked every bit the comfortable bureaucrat, his white shirt crisp despite the late hour. "Keep barking, Marcus. Do you really think anyone is going to believ
