“Did you know it was considered a level nine, nonperson felony to damage property worth more than a thousand dollars?” the detective sitting across a stark, empty table said to me.
His name was Larson, and after the uniformed deputies had driven me to the station, they’d immediately stashed me in this interrogation room where I had sat for nearly an hour before Detective Larson had entered with a folder and seated himself across from me to introduce himself.
He hadn’t gone easy on me from the beginning, so I already felt like I was on the verge of peeing my pants as I said, “Uh, I... No…” I shook my head and gulped, looking into his watery dark eyes. “I didn’t know that.”
He nodded once and slid a photograph from his file before tossing it onto the table. I glanced down to see one of Bl
