Chapter 17
The interrogation room was small and quiet. Becky was sitting with her back to the piece of glass she knew was a double sided mirror, and looked at Stacy Ratcliffe. Stacy was leaning back in her chair, her arms crossed. It had been twenty minutes of a standoff, silence and saying nothing.
Becky wasn't going to crack first.
Well, she was going to have to. She didn't expect Stacy to just confess, she would have to ask a question or two. Becky narrowed her eyes and watched Stacy examine her surroundings. She sniffed quietly.
"Tell me about Sarah," Becky said quietly. She felt her voice creak as if she hadn’t used it in a long time. She wondered what she was missing, what was going on in the world as she sat across from that woman.
"I hated her," Stacy said quietly. She sat ver
