The harsh fluorescent lights overhead cast sharp shadows on the cold, gray walls of the interrogation room. Sarah sat across from Kasey, her expression calm but focused, while Vanessa leaned forward slightly, her eyes intent on every movement Kasey made. The room was quiet, except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the occasional shifting of chairs against the tile floor.
Sarah spoke first, her voice measured. “So, Kasey, you understand Samuel’s plans now. Is there anything else we should know? Anything you haven’t told us yet?”
Kasey looked down at her hands, fidgeting nervously. She glanced up at both women, searching their faces for a hint of understanding or reassurance. “I… I think that’s all I know. Samuel was careful not to tell me too much. He said he didn’t want anyone
