Ashure drummed his fingers on the table in the small room. The metal cuffs that the deputy had placed on his wrists lay on the table beside him. The metal rings had been uncomfortable, so he had removed them. He sat back when the door opened, and Dan walked in with a file in his hand.
“What the—who uncuffed you?” Dan demanded, looking behind him.
“I did. They were extremely irritating,” Ashure replied.
Dan swallowed and stared back at him as if unsure of what to do next. Ashure motioned to the chair across from him with a raised eyebrow. Dan hesitated before he stepped into the room and closed the door.
“First, you aren’t supposed to take the handcuffs off. That can get you into more serious trouble. I want you to keep your hands on the table at all times. Second, you have the right to
