When he eventually started, "You have rights," his voice was monotonous. "You don't have to speak without a lawyer present. But let me be clear, the discrepancies in your story are… troubling. And the longer it takes to explain them, the more suspicion it raises."
With a black cloud hovering over his steely countenance, he stood up. "I suggest you take some time to get your stories straight, Mr. Regaleon, Mr. Damon. Because the next time we speak, it may not be so… cordial."
The door clicked as he turned to leave the room, leaving a tense stillness in its wake. Their well-laid façade, which they'd erected to shield Emily, was collapsing, leaving them defenseless and exposed.
With tears in her eyes, Emily turned to face Carl, her expression betraying a combination of dread and betrayal.
