Mary saw it through the glass.
Her mind was in complete chaos, her legs unsteady as she tried to get a clearer look.
But the two officers escorting her gave her no chance to glance around. They dragged her straight into another interrogation room.
With a sharp clank, she was locked into the interrogation chair.
At this moment, Mary’s face was completely drained of color, but she still stubbornly insisted, "I want to see Michael."
She had seen what went on in places like this before.
"If Michael doesn’t come, I won’t say a single word."
To her surprise, the officers actually agreed.
They exchanged glances, then looked up at the surveillance camera as if receiving instructions from someone.
"You want to see Michael? Fine. Let her see him."
The door closed behind them.
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