A few hours later, Racheal arrived at a completely different police building.
She noticed how different this place was from the building she had been held in. It was open, and the hallways were busy. Cops and other people in plain clothes milled around, speaking in polite voices.
Delbert led her upstairs in an elevator, and a cop joined them, as soon as they stepped out of the elevator.
“Hello Mr Dalloz.” She greeted. “Ma'am.” She politely bowed to Racheal.
Both of them nodded in acknowledgment to her greeting.
“This way please.” She said and began to lead them down a glass-walled hallway.
They walked for a few minutes, and were soon ushered into a room that was as small as the one she had been held in.
It was dark, with a lone electric lamp hanging low over a table in the mid
